Hoes at My Door

Eniey mini miney miney moe
Four hoes at my door
Bros before Hoes
He said theres more
I'm dyslexic bro
I don't know
She onna floor
Bout to choke
Oh no
Gotta keep it on the low
I guess I better go
Company always dope
Try to be loyal
But you always in a coil
Bout to make my blood boil
Ima king yea a royal
A'int stepping on my soil
Since my plans she had to foil
Mad like chichi
Sent a text to me me
I had to reread
She wanna see my pepe
With the ropes too kinky
Was kinda creepy
Homies had to free me
Now you call me cringey
When im big you wanna be me
Like john cena you cant see me
High self esteem
I'ts like every other day
I'm finna get laid
Just got paid
Can't go on a date cuz
Dang bruh she got AIDS

Women actin kinda foul
Feeling profound
I look like a clown
I like the booty round
She shook it for the clout
When the gas is loud
Ian talkin about sound
She not my type
I gotta be hype
They playin with my mind
None of them are mine
Only one that shine
Treats me like grime
Wouldn't let me cuff
Its kinda Tuff
I wont huff
Because the world is rough



Credits
Writer(s): Bryce Green
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