Hoes Mad (feat. Lil Pasta)
Marty
Yo
Ay can you make a beat for us bro
Yea dog for sure
Yo can you feature on a verse too
Yeah man I got you
Aight bet
Ay your girl fucks with me
Uh I don't blame her
Rollie on my fuckin wrist yeah
You can't save her
Made this beat just to flex
Got attention from your ex
Man this beat so fire even I don't fucking know what's next
Hi
Dropping tunes so fast
You can call me sonic
They call you Big Ben
Yo that's ironic
Haha
I don't really care if your daddy doesn't like me
Send him my regards tell him he can fucking fight me
Uh its Jayu
Uh Jayu
I'm feeling out of breath
Eem
I've got no time to postpone my debt
Ooh
You call it's a dream but I'd say its a nightmare
Do I really have to see you again
I don't want to be here alone
Be alone for so long
Me and your girl get along just fine
Ooh
She's about to snort another line
Her pierced nips
They start to shine bright ay
Pasta
Eh bitch I pulled up in a wraith
Skrrt
Bitch you better mark this date
Cause I ain't trynna fucking wait
Nah
Big Red ain't got shit on me
Homie come and diss me
If you wanna fucking test me
Yah
Eh
Fullsend at the after party
With Marty
All these booties looking fat
McDonalds would you like some fries with that
Nah man
Actually
Got my protein shake
No one gets a break
Bout to diss my homies so don't cry eh
Osky z polski
Drinking vibing, and I'm out here rhyming
Why you look so high
Hi
Bye
Mike's here
With his fresh pair of Nikes
When's your EP out been waiting for a year
Peace
I've got to slam this beer ay
Budlight Ronas eh?
Yo
Ay can you make a beat for us bro
Yea dog for sure
Yo can you feature on a verse too
Yeah man I got you
Aight bet
Ay your girl fucks with me
Uh I don't blame her
Rollie on my fuckin wrist yeah
You can't save her
Made this beat just to flex
Got attention from your ex
Man this beat so fire even I don't fucking know what's next
Hi
Dropping tunes so fast
You can call me sonic
They call you Big Ben
Yo that's ironic
Haha
I don't really care if your daddy doesn't like me
Send him my regards tell him he can fucking fight me
Uh its Jayu
Uh Jayu
I'm feeling out of breath
Eem
I've got no time to postpone my debt
Ooh
You call it's a dream but I'd say its a nightmare
Do I really have to see you again
I don't want to be here alone
Be alone for so long
Me and your girl get along just fine
Ooh
She's about to snort another line
Her pierced nips
They start to shine bright ay
Pasta
Eh bitch I pulled up in a wraith
Skrrt
Bitch you better mark this date
Cause I ain't trynna fucking wait
Nah
Big Red ain't got shit on me
Homie come and diss me
If you wanna fucking test me
Yah
Eh
Fullsend at the after party
With Marty
All these booties looking fat
McDonalds would you like some fries with that
Nah man
Actually
Got my protein shake
No one gets a break
Bout to diss my homies so don't cry eh
Osky z polski
Drinking vibing, and I'm out here rhyming
Why you look so high
Hi
Bye
Mike's here
With his fresh pair of Nikes
When's your EP out been waiting for a year
Peace
I've got to slam this beer ay
Budlight Ronas eh?
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Ubych
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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