Who Invited Fat Hoes :/
Fuck the hoes fuck the fake niggas fuck the intro
Me and po was on the phone talking about cryptos
Lot of blues in my pocket I'm not a cript tho
Off white fur on my back like I'm a Eskimo
Who I sound like
Who I sound like
Who invited fat hoes they eating klondike
Who invited broke niggas you need a dime right
Bitch walk in the store and say yo line right
Lines right
Heart status man my shit look invisible
Shit and you know my money looking biblical
Bench press pussy all day I feel invincible
Btc stop talking me to death like my gentals
And u broke looking pitiful running pape all year touching intervals
Imma leave his ass critical send him up top to the sky leave him spiritual
Damn
They use to laugh in the lunchine now it's 100 verse or a punchline
We made it through the storm where the sun shine
I want to see all the ops dead because it's crutch time
Yea crutch time check the mathematics
Grab tee before the Glock you don't want static
Yea his body getting cold better get active
And I dump the clip in yo bitch you know that's good practice
Fuck the hoes fuck the fake niggas fuck the intro
Me and po was on the phone talking about cryptos
Lot of blues in my pocket I'm not a cript tho
Off white fur on my back like I'm a Eskimo
Who I sound like
Who I sound like
Who invited fat hoes they eating klondike
Who invited broke niggas you need a dime right
Bitch walk in the store and say yo line right
Lines right
Me and po was on the phone talking about cryptos
Lot of blues in my pocket I'm not a cript tho
Off white fur on my back like I'm a Eskimo
Who I sound like
Who I sound like
Who invited fat hoes they eating klondike
Who invited broke niggas you need a dime right
Bitch walk in the store and say yo line right
Lines right
Heart status man my shit look invisible
Shit and you know my money looking biblical
Bench press pussy all day I feel invincible
Btc stop talking me to death like my gentals
And u broke looking pitiful running pape all year touching intervals
Imma leave his ass critical send him up top to the sky leave him spiritual
Damn
They use to laugh in the lunchine now it's 100 verse or a punchline
We made it through the storm where the sun shine
I want to see all the ops dead because it's crutch time
Yea crutch time check the mathematics
Grab tee before the Glock you don't want static
Yea his body getting cold better get active
And I dump the clip in yo bitch you know that's good practice
Fuck the hoes fuck the fake niggas fuck the intro
Me and po was on the phone talking about cryptos
Lot of blues in my pocket I'm not a cript tho
Off white fur on my back like I'm a Eskimo
Who I sound like
Who I sound like
Who invited fat hoes they eating klondike
Who invited broke niggas you need a dime right
Bitch walk in the store and say yo line right
Lines right
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Writer(s): Tyreese Houston
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