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 claiming Then
(Fuck hoes)

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

If you claiming Orange 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 falling
I show you slippin'
I you swiss I knows
I from the rows

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

But if he eat the
And wanna go for
Let's get guns out ho
I you fucking former ho

I can fight nigga
I can this 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 fool
I can this fool
I can get them off my five
Or ten news

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get 'em they own pictures
I'm takin' puss, and dankin'
Drank wit' warning
I poke them up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sweat drippin' off his neck, son of bitch you know me
"Kopsta"
I kinda hear the whispers in his 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"
got 'em scared

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

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

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

y'all hoes
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Fuck y'all
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