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

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

I show you falling
I show you slippin'
I show you swiss I
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
get them guns out ho
I thank you fucking 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 a fucking killer
Do a job on boy

I can make fool
I can rape fool
I can get them off my five
Or ten news

I can lend a hand
I can be your 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 claiming Foot
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't Walter Simmons
(Fuck hoes)

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

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

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

Triple Six put me through the doors money
Now you
Jelous ass in my face
take 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 small niggas
(That rob niggas)
Smoke
(With big mob figures)
That star
In ya

Get 'em recorded they own
I'm puss, and dankin' drankin'
Drank wit' warning
I them stagged up

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

Dangers on, hustle
Sippin' on, a post
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 claiming Fowler Homes
(Fuck hoes)

If you claiming Douglas then
(Fuck hoes)
If you ain't claiming Trig
(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 problem
Bitch you don't that Koopsta Knicca is a murder robber
Got yo motherfucking brother in the seat

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck y'all
Fuck hoes
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Fuck y'all
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