Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Y'all Hoes

If you claiming G-D
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't V-L
(Fuck hoes)

If you claiming Crips Then
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Then
(Fuck hoes)

If you claiming BHZ
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Memphis
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't claiming Orange
(Fuck hoes)
If you claiming Southpark
(Fuck hoes)

Bitch we are
We warfare
We gangbangers
But we will make you

I you falling hoes
I you slippin' slopes
I you swiss I knows
I dangling from the

You top Tokeo
Up in the
But in the they ho
You cool diff but so

But if he eat the
And go for broke
Let's get them out ho
I thank you fucking ho

I can this nigga
I can whoop nigga
I can
(Gun loading)
(Gun Shots)
Boom, with the

I can rob boy
I can mob boy
I can call a killer
Do a job on boy

I can make fool
I can this fool
I can get them off my o'clock
Or ten o'clock

I can lend a hand
I can be fucking friend
I can leave his stankin'
In a garbage can

If you claiming Hollywood
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Homes
(Fuck hoes)

If you claiming Foot Home
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Walter
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't claiming City
(Fuck hoes)
If you claiming Evergreen
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't LMG
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Dixie
(Fuck hoes)

Don't play with the C A M P
(A C)
Blowin' small balls nigga me
Maybe I be chu' call the first lady

Triple Six put me through the getting money
Now you
ass bitches in my face
Tryin' my shit out of place
(You be bitch)

I be on some
Mixed with some
Smokin' on hay
On my way, on plat, "A"
("A")

I'm hittin' on some small
(That rob niggas)
Smoke
(With big mob figures)
star niggas
In ya

Get 'em recorded own pictures
I'm takin' puss, and dankin'
Drank wit' niggas
I them stagged up

And round wit' trick a heavy
I'm talkin'
Engage up out of the back seat
the triggers and I keep a tone, world-rone

Dangers on, grown
Sippin' on, a post
on, but still I'm home

If you claiming New Chicago
(Fuck hoes)
If you claiming Roxy Brown
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't claiming Valley
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Fowler
(Fuck hoes)

If you claiming Douglas then
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming then
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't claiming
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Hill
(Fuck hoes)

No
You think this kid fucked up the fucking
Bitch you don't know that Knicca is a murder robber
Got yo brother in the back seat

Sweat drippin' off his neck, son of you don't know me
"Kopsta"
I hear the whispers in his fucking bed
"Knicca"

And you think you got strip than why don't you get with him
And if you wanna stress me my 8.0 is you dead
Say, "Mister, cum a ya"
Koopsta got 'em

If you ain't claiming Hyde
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Ridge
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't claiming Ridge
(Fuck hoes)
If you claiming Bartlett then
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't Germantown
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't
(Fuck hoes)
If you naming

Fuck hoes
y'all hoes
Fuck hoes

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Fuck y'all