Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Y'all Hoes

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

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

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

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

Bitch we are
We trainers
We gangbangers
But we make you famous

I show you hoes
I show you slopes
I show you swiss I
I dangling from the

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

But if he eat the
And go for broke
get them guns out ho
I you fucking former ho

I can fight nigga
I can whoop nigga
I can
(Gun loading)
(Gun Shots)
Boom, the trigger

I can rob boy
I can mob boy
I can a fucking killer
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 a helping hand
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 Walker
(Fuck hoes)

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

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

If you claiming 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 what chu' call the lady

Six put me through the doors getting money
Now you
Jelous ass bitches in my
Tryin' take my shit out of
(You be bitch)

I be on Hennesy
with 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 dankin'
Drank wit' warning
I them stagged up

And round trick a heavy niggas
I'm ski-mask
up out of the back seat niggas
Pull the triggers and I a tone, world-rone

Dangers on, hustle
Sippin' on, a post
Papers on, but I'm home

If you ain't New Chicago
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Brown
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't claiming Pussy
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't Fowler Homes
(Fuck hoes)

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

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

No
You think this kid up the fucking problem
Bitch you know that Koopsta Knicca is a murder robber
Got yo brother in the back seat

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

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

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

If you ain't Ridge Crest
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Bartlett
(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 y'all
y'all hoes
Fuck hoes

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Fuck y'all
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