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

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

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

Bitch we are
We trainers
We ain't
But we make you famous

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

You top that
Up in the
But in the streets ho
You they 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 fight this
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 fucking
Do a job on boy

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

I can lend a helping
I can be fucking friend
I can leave his body
In a garbage can

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

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

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

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

Don't with the Hypnotize C A M P
(A C)
Blowin' small balls feel me
Maybe I be what chu' the first lady

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

I be on some
Mixed some Alizae
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 drankin'
Drank wit' niggas
I poke stagged up

And round wit' trick a heavy
I'm ski-mask
Engage up out of the seat niggas
Pull the triggers and I keep a tone,

Dangers on, grown
Sippin' on, burn a
Papers on, but still I'm

If you ain't claiming New
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Roxy
(Fuck hoes)

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

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

If you ain't Mclemore
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't Bunker Hill
(Fuck hoes)

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

Sweat drippin' off his neck, son of bitch you know me
"Kopsta"
I kinda hear the in his fucking bed
"Knicca"

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

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

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

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

Fuck hoes
Fuck y'all
y'all hoes

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Fuck y'all