Discriminate
Switching these bitches like audibles
I run thru these hoes like a obstacle
Lie to fuck yeah that shit comical
Me chase a hoe thats impossible
Who broke her heart, i'm responsible
I hope she hold me accountable
Lords knows i'm doing phenomenal
My ice in the light lookin optical
Ratchet bih right off the runway
Bad bih wan kick it lu kang
She want them blue bills, no loose change,
I need dat whip wit the horse i'm not talkin' stang
Double R umbrella for the rain
I'm fuckin foreign hoes i can't pronounce they name
My bitches come in all colors mane
Red bih or brown bih no i don't discriminate
Yeah i don't discriminate
I'm fuckin all types of bitches
But yeah a young nigga still got some taste
My bitches come in all fashions, but broke hoes is Something i cannot save
I need a bih some talent, these hoes only out here to Get ya cake
She see the chrome heart right on my shades
Yeah, cash make her percolate
Hotbox a foreign,
Roll da window down
We need to ventilate
We push the sprinter
Yeah state to state
I drop a deuce in the lemonade
I hit my cup and go straight to space
Money keep falling, young nigga might need a rake
These bitches switch sides like they Aniken
They see guap in my hand and start panickin'
I'm my own boss no i can't do the management
I lost my brudda yeah that shit was damagin'
Been thru a lot yeah some bitches abandon me
Don't trust a hoe its a chance she go vanishing
Hit dat hoe one time she know i'm extravagant
Leave dat hoe staring in space like a manikin
I run thru these hoes like a obstacle
Lie to fuck yeah that shit comical
Me chase a hoe thats impossible
Who broke her heart, i'm responsible
I hope she hold me accountable
Lords knows i'm doing phenomenal
My ice in the light lookin optical
Ratchet bih right off the runway
Bad bih wan kick it lu kang
She want them blue bills, no loose change,
I need dat whip wit the horse i'm not talkin' stang
Double R umbrella for the rain
I'm fuckin foreign hoes i can't pronounce they name
My bitches come in all colors mane
Red bih or brown bih no i don't discriminate
Yeah i don't discriminate
I'm fuckin all types of bitches
But yeah a young nigga still got some taste
My bitches come in all fashions, but broke hoes is Something i cannot save
I need a bih some talent, these hoes only out here to Get ya cake
She see the chrome heart right on my shades
Yeah, cash make her percolate
Hotbox a foreign,
Roll da window down
We need to ventilate
We push the sprinter
Yeah state to state
I drop a deuce in the lemonade
I hit my cup and go straight to space
Money keep falling, young nigga might need a rake
These bitches switch sides like they Aniken
They see guap in my hand and start panickin'
I'm my own boss no i can't do the management
I lost my brudda yeah that shit was damagin'
Been thru a lot yeah some bitches abandon me
Don't trust a hoe its a chance she go vanishing
Hit dat hoe one time she know i'm extravagant
Leave dat hoe staring in space like a manikin
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Writer(s): Evan Sams
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