
Wit My Hoe Slump6s
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[Intro]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
[Chorus]
You want me, girl, I know
My doors suicidal
Spin his block, no cyclone
That girl want a title
But I can't wife no hoe
I ain't down bad no more
But you don't know me
Say you a shooter, gotta show me
[Verse]
Let a fuck nigga try to hold me
We sendin' that boy on a stretcher
That nigga say he want a problem with me
Well I gotta [?] Berettas
Do my dance with my hoe
I do my dance, when I catch a opp
We on a roll, when we on yo block
How you let a 'nother nigga get popped? (Blatt)
Hunnid' bitches, I got hunnid' thotties
So I know these niggas finna hate
You try to say, that I ain't makin' any money
I got a hunnid' racks, up in a safe
She want a Chanel bag, I know
Had to put that hoe up in her place
Girl, I only want you for the face
I hit a jugg, then I'm on the race
You fool me once, but not twice
I'm so done, playin' nice
I know a couple niggas, cuffin' hoes for the whole team, thinkin' she a wife
But lil' bro, you so wrong
Yo' hoe singin' my songs
I feel like Kato, cause I'm ninety-nine percent sure yo hoe on my phone
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
[Chorus]
You want me, girl, I know
My doors suicidal
Spin his block, no cyclone
That girl want a title
But I can't wife no hoe
I ain't down bad no more
But you don't know me
Say you a shooter, gotta show me
[Verse]
Let a fuck nigga try to hold me
We sendin' that boy on a stretcher
That nigga say he want a problem with me
Well I gotta [?] Berettas
Do my dance with my hoe
I do my dance, when I catch a opp
We on a roll, when we on yo block
How you let a 'nother nigga get popped? (Blatt)
Hunnid' bitches, I got hunnid' thotties
So I know these niggas finna hate
You try to say, that I ain't makin' any money
I got a hunnid' racks, up in a safe
She want a Chanel bag, I know
Had to put that hoe up in her place
Girl, I only want you for the face
I hit a jugg, then I'm on the race
You fool me once, but not twice
I'm so done, playin' nice
I know a couple niggas, cuffin' hoes for the whole team, thinkin' she a wife
But lil' bro, you so wrong
Yo' hoe singin' my songs
I feel like Kato, cause I'm ninety-nine percent sure yo hoe on my phone
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