ho's ain't smart
Run it back run it back
It ain't my fault you ain't stay down
How you jus gone (Mane) leave the nest, then try and comeback
And receive a piece of my blessings, we all gotta take a chance
She ain't stay down, na it's been a slight change in the plans (Fasho)
Swear these ho's ain't smart, could've saved them hunnids, I was jus too busy buying yo cart
Take a ho from none, she'll leave and call you basic
Ima god to these bitches so why play me (Bitch)
Could've bussed ya friend she was begging for the sex
She was tryna fuck, but I was jus out for the neck (Jus want that mouth)
Niggas started some that they can't finish
Now every bitch wanna be a Ari
I'm still that old Juug'll break a bitch if she a fairy (Ahaha)
Stop lying to these ho's, these ho's ain't smart (Mane)
Say she love a nigga to death, but couldn't even play her part
Na that a nigga kind of up, these ho's wanna hit restart
You so worried about love, need to worry bout yourself (Fasho)
I'll never love a ho, so now I'm playing you to the left (Ya know?)
But every time that I ball, you on the court, jus like a ref (Mane quit playing)
I always gotta go in
Man Ian playing no games
These fuck niggas lame (Nope)
These ho's ain't smart
Bitch you know that nigga jus wanna, fuck you cause of me
I turnt you up (Mane quit playing)
Ain't no nigga gave me shit, but I got it up (Up!)
And now I'm stunting hard
Now it's fuck a broad
These ho's ain't have me shit
I jus want the head (Mane, mane) she got crazy dome
If that bitch ain't breaking bread, tell her, leave me alone (Bitch)
I maxed her out, ain't none to talk about (Fuck her)
Two different babymama's, want a Da'Moni now
And I can go all day, with this freestyle shit
But this style ain't free, that's why I don't freestyle bitch (Style ain't free)
But you might catch me out, and I'm doing me
I'm the nigga, all the (Ha!) bad ho's wanna see (Ha!)
I jus rolled nine woods, out a halfa prize
Telling kids don't smoke, but I jus copped a, whole pound (Get fried)
You already know I gotta, get it in (Yeah)
These ho's ain't smart, these ho's ain't
I jus want her for the head she got crazy dome
If that bitch ain't breaking bread tell her leave me alone
I maxed her out ain't nothing left to talk about
Two different babymama's, want a Da'Moni now
It ain't my fault you ain't stay down
How you jus gone (Mane) leave the nest, then try and comeback
And receive a piece of my blessings, we all gotta take a chance
She ain't stay down, na it's been a slight change in the plans (Fasho)
Swear these ho's ain't smart, could've saved them hunnids, I was jus too busy buying yo cart
Take a ho from none, she'll leave and call you basic
Ima god to these bitches so why play me (Bitch)
Could've bussed ya friend she was begging for the sex
She was tryna fuck, but I was jus out for the neck (Jus want that mouth)
Niggas started some that they can't finish
Now every bitch wanna be a Ari
I'm still that old Juug'll break a bitch if she a fairy (Ahaha)
Stop lying to these ho's, these ho's ain't smart (Mane)
Say she love a nigga to death, but couldn't even play her part
Na that a nigga kind of up, these ho's wanna hit restart
You so worried about love, need to worry bout yourself (Fasho)
I'll never love a ho, so now I'm playing you to the left (Ya know?)
But every time that I ball, you on the court, jus like a ref (Mane quit playing)
I always gotta go in
Man Ian playing no games
These fuck niggas lame (Nope)
These ho's ain't smart
Bitch you know that nigga jus wanna, fuck you cause of me
I turnt you up (Mane quit playing)
Ain't no nigga gave me shit, but I got it up (Up!)
And now I'm stunting hard
Now it's fuck a broad
These ho's ain't have me shit
I jus want the head (Mane, mane) she got crazy dome
If that bitch ain't breaking bread, tell her, leave me alone (Bitch)
I maxed her out, ain't none to talk about (Fuck her)
Two different babymama's, want a Da'Moni now
And I can go all day, with this freestyle shit
But this style ain't free, that's why I don't freestyle bitch (Style ain't free)
But you might catch me out, and I'm doing me
I'm the nigga, all the (Ha!) bad ho's wanna see (Ha!)
I jus rolled nine woods, out a halfa prize
Telling kids don't smoke, but I jus copped a, whole pound (Get fried)
You already know I gotta, get it in (Yeah)
These ho's ain't smart, these ho's ain't
I jus want her for the head she got crazy dome
If that bitch ain't breaking bread tell her leave me alone
I maxed her out ain't nothing left to talk about
Two different babymama's, want a Da'Moni now
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Writer(s): Juug Grant
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