
Fawk Em Kash Doll
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[Intro]
Heard they locked yo' nigga up, he got to singin' like a sample
Talkin' out yo' neck gon' get you knocked out them sandals (Bitch)
42 and Ace of Spades on deck like I gamble (Bitch)
Say they get it poppin', I pull up, y'all gon' scramble
[Chorus]
Fake hoes, fuck 'em
Weird hoes, fuck 'em
Weak broke, lame hoes, fuck 'em
Niggas out here trickin' off that munyun, fuck 'em
Thinkin' you the one that he can front on, fuck 'em
Snake hoes, fuck 'em
Jealous hoes, fuck 'em
Chеap, dry, burnt hoes, fuck 'em (Hey)
If hе's being stingy, get his friend, fuck 'em
Say that shit louder one mo’ ‘gain, fuck 'em (Ayy, look)
[Verse 1]
Like my trunk in the front
And my man from the hood (That's right)
Turn a bitch to a blunt
Roll her up in a wood
Snuck a stick in the kelly
Promoter tell me I'm good (I'm good)
Ass fat with no belly
You barely get in the club (Haha)
You a section eight, bitch, I'm in here buyin' eight sections (Broke bitch)
Eight-figure nigga, he just ate me for breakfast (That's right)
Ridin' slab on yo' nigga face out in Texas
Now yo' chest hurt 'cause you done went through them texts (Ah)
Need a Ruff Ryder
Bent spur slider (That's right)
Patty cake, big face, bitch, Big Tymer
Different color Nae Nae's, I got all these niggas buyin' 'em
Tired hoes out here chasing niggas that be hidin' ' em
Heard they locked yo' nigga up, he got to singin' like a sample
Talkin' out yo' neck gon' get you knocked out them sandals (Bitch)
42 and Ace of Spades on deck like I gamble (Bitch)
Say they get it poppin', I pull up, y'all gon' scramble
[Chorus]
Fake hoes, fuck 'em
Weird hoes, fuck 'em
Weak broke, lame hoes, fuck 'em
Niggas out here trickin' off that munyun, fuck 'em
Thinkin' you the one that he can front on, fuck 'em
Snake hoes, fuck 'em
Jealous hoes, fuck 'em
Chеap, dry, burnt hoes, fuck 'em (Hey)
If hе's being stingy, get his friend, fuck 'em
Say that shit louder one mo’ ‘gain, fuck 'em (Ayy, look)
[Verse 1]
Like my trunk in the front
And my man from the hood (That's right)
Turn a bitch to a blunt
Roll her up in a wood
Snuck a stick in the kelly
Promoter tell me I'm good (I'm good)
Ass fat with no belly
You barely get in the club (Haha)
You a section eight, bitch, I'm in here buyin' eight sections (Broke bitch)
Eight-figure nigga, he just ate me for breakfast (That's right)
Ridin' slab on yo' nigga face out in Texas
Now yo' chest hurt 'cause you done went through them texts (Ah)
Need a Ruff Ryder
Bent spur slider (That's right)
Patty cake, big face, bitch, Big Tymer
Different color Nae Nae's, I got all these niggas buyin' 'em
Tired hoes out here chasing niggas that be hidin' ' em
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