Hoes Galore
I smoke blunt after blunt
Fuck hoe after hoe
She ask what's up in my cup
Lil baby, I'm pourin' fours, yeah
Feds askin' questions, dumb bitch
I'm actin' slow, yuh
G-17 gon' bless him, send his ass up to the lord, yuh
I got hoes galore
I'm fuckin' on models, I don't want a whore, yuh
She want a bag, Dior
Yeah, she gon' throw that shit back when I'm bored
How many hoes in my bed? 'Bout four
Yeah, I'm movin' the pounds on the porch, yuh
I got me some money, need more, yuh
I fuck her and I'm out the door, yuh
She want me to hit it raw
I'm too rich I can't hang with y'all
Toot it back when I'm tryna get involved
No pants, this bitch just in her thong
She in love, think I won't do her wrong
Who your plug, man this gas super strong
I fucked her once, she need to move it on
Off that Henny, bitch, I'm super gone
Yeah, aye
She know what she came to do, aye
Hit the ATM, lil' bitch, I only pull out blues
Bitch I'm drunk as fuck, I'm waitin' on this hoe to make a move
I'ma roll a wood real quick then fuck her in the fuckin booth, yuh
I smoke loud, you smoke boof
You hear that sound, Glock go boom
You talkin' tough, you won't shoot
I'm gassed as fuck, I'm on the moon
Couple bands for these shoes
I'm not your man but I'll see you soon
Pulled out ten, in all blues
How many glocks in my pants, 'bout two
Aye, bitch
You know I got hella sticks
Ugly bitch said she wan' fuck, I told her that I'm celibate
I ain't wanna eat her out, I told her I can smell that shit
We gon' get the block hot, them Dracos start melting shit
(Lawsy, pick up)
I smoke blunt after blunt
Fuck hoe after hoe
She ask what's up in my cup
Lil baby, I'm pourin' fours, yeah
Feds askin' questions, dumb bitch
I'm actin' slow, yuh
G-17 gon' bless him, send his ass up to the lord, yuh
I got hoes galore
I'm fuckin' on models, I don't want a whore, yuh
She want a bag, Dior
Yeah, she gon' throw that shit back when I'm bored
How many hoes in my bed? 'Bout four
Yeah, I'm movin' the pounds on the porch, yuh
I got me some money, need more, yuh
I fuck her and I'm out the door, yuh
Fuck hoe after hoe
She ask what's up in my cup
Lil baby, I'm pourin' fours, yeah
Feds askin' questions, dumb bitch
I'm actin' slow, yuh
G-17 gon' bless him, send his ass up to the lord, yuh
I got hoes galore
I'm fuckin' on models, I don't want a whore, yuh
She want a bag, Dior
Yeah, she gon' throw that shit back when I'm bored
How many hoes in my bed? 'Bout four
Yeah, I'm movin' the pounds on the porch, yuh
I got me some money, need more, yuh
I fuck her and I'm out the door, yuh
She want me to hit it raw
I'm too rich I can't hang with y'all
Toot it back when I'm tryna get involved
No pants, this bitch just in her thong
She in love, think I won't do her wrong
Who your plug, man this gas super strong
I fucked her once, she need to move it on
Off that Henny, bitch, I'm super gone
Yeah, aye
She know what she came to do, aye
Hit the ATM, lil' bitch, I only pull out blues
Bitch I'm drunk as fuck, I'm waitin' on this hoe to make a move
I'ma roll a wood real quick then fuck her in the fuckin booth, yuh
I smoke loud, you smoke boof
You hear that sound, Glock go boom
You talkin' tough, you won't shoot
I'm gassed as fuck, I'm on the moon
Couple bands for these shoes
I'm not your man but I'll see you soon
Pulled out ten, in all blues
How many glocks in my pants, 'bout two
Aye, bitch
You know I got hella sticks
Ugly bitch said she wan' fuck, I told her that I'm celibate
I ain't wanna eat her out, I told her I can smell that shit
We gon' get the block hot, them Dracos start melting shit
(Lawsy, pick up)
I smoke blunt after blunt
Fuck hoe after hoe
She ask what's up in my cup
Lil baby, I'm pourin' fours, yeah
Feds askin' questions, dumb bitch
I'm actin' slow, yuh
G-17 gon' bless him, send his ass up to the lord, yuh
I got hoes galore
I'm fuckin' on models, I don't want a whore, yuh
She want a bag, Dior
Yeah, she gon' throw that shit back when I'm bored
How many hoes in my bed? 'Bout four
Yeah, I'm movin' the pounds on the porch, yuh
I got me some money, need more, yuh
I fuck her and I'm out the door, yuh
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Writer(s): Lawson James Mayo
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