Hoes

(What do you desire?)
(Bitch, haha)

Hoes really love to talk about another hoe
When they see you posting up with a hoe
Really, really, really, think I should be owned
Really, really, really, think I could be yours
Really, really, really, think I could love a hoe, yeah
That don't even love me, don't even love herself, she just love the Dior, ha
They ask why I say bee, cause I want the cheese I don't want that lil' hoe, yeah
I leave 'em just talkin', leave 'em talkin', let me think for they own, yeah
I walk out of Saks Fifth, with a jacket, finna put that shit on, yeah
And you must be jocking', if you don't know me got a name of my own, yeah
Watch how you step get the bowls, yeah

Four-oh on me got force, yeah
Ain't my twin I don't know ya'
Think you me, who fooled ya'?
F-57 it fold ya'
Throw a rag for my lil' soldiers
Put a bag on your head call the Vultures
I made these niggas I own them
Keep my circle small like a donut
I sing on the beat Alpha Jonas
In the E300 goin' slow bruh
Pour four, four, four, four, fours up
In the back of the back pourin' more up
Call my twin up he just scored sum'
Finna pull up on me go more up
'22 unlocking doors up
Imma' go down as a goat bruh
Tried to keep it real stick to the code, yeah
Ain't like these nigga's, no hoe, yeah
I laugh at these niggas like jokes, yeah
I done did this shit on my own, yeah
I don't made it this far without your help
Don't care what you say just go, yeah
Really just hope you don't fold up, yeah

Hoes really love to talk about another hoe
When they see you posting up with a hoe
Really, really, really, think I should be owned
Really, really, really, think I could be yours
Really, really, really, think I could love a hoe, yeah
That don't even love me, don't even love herself, she just love the Dior, ha
They ask why I say bee, cause I want the cheese I don't want that lil' hoe, yeah
I leave 'em just talkin', leave 'em talkin', let me think for they own, yeah
I walk out of Saks Fifth, with a jacket, finna put that shit on, yeah
And you must be jocking', if you don't know me got a name of my own, yeah
Watch how you step get the bowls, yeah

Four-oh on me got force, yeah
Ain't my twin I don't know ya'
Think you me, who fooled ya'?
F-57 it fold ya'
Throw a rag for my lil' soldiers
Put a bag on your head call the Vultures
I made these niggas I own them
Keep my circle small like a donut
I sing on the beat Alpha Jonas
In the E300 goin' slow bruh
Pour four, four, four, four, fours up
In the back of the back pourin' more up
Call my twin up he just scored sum'
Finna pull up on me go more up
'22 unlocking doors up



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Kezimbira
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