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

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

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

Bitch we are
We warfare
We ain't
But we will you famous

I show you hoes
I you slippin' 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
Let's get 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 call a fucking
Do a job on boy

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

I can lend a hand
I can be your friend
I can leave his body
In a garbage can

If you claiming Hollywood
(Fuck hoes)
If you claiming Walker Homes
(Fuck hoes)

If you ain't 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)

play with the Hypnotize C A M P
(A C)
Blowin' small nigga feel me
Maybe I be chu' call the first lady

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

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

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

Get 'em they own pictures
I'm takin' puss, and drankin'
Drank wit' niggas
I poke stagged up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you think you got that 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 claiming Hyde
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't Ridge Grove
(Fuck hoes)

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

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

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y'all hoes
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Fuck y'all
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