Luyện nghe bài hát Yea Hoe

[Hook: Thug]
My lil' popping at your brain like yea hoe
My nigga we switch do no same like hell no
Brand new Yeezy Boosts kick you in your face you go
If you got pepper spray you better up you ain't a foe
I be the richest, I be the
I got an ole bad and she my mrs
I to kiss it, I want to lick it
I to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi
Ok I might out in a 'Rarri yea
I got to get my dough I stack my yea
Looking at my chain white gold I'mma just call some
Never mind your bitch yea
She calling me
Swerve around that bitch she walking aye
Diamonds on my wrist than blue rain
Had to get up and go get it it was no way
Now a days me and my brother we hotter than days
Told your suck on the hit and I nut in your mother's face
Me and Thugger do so on earth cause we from outer space
boy you so bummy don't talk about money we got the case

[Hook: Thug]
My lil' nigga popping at your brain yea hoe
My nigga we switch won't do no like hell no
Brand new Yeezy they kick you in your face you go
If you got pepper you better back up you ain't a foe
I be the richest, I be the
I got an ole bad and she my mrs
I to kiss it, I want to lick it
I want to that muhfucker over and let's get it

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi
You told me that bitch was cool, bitch was loose
Pull up in my Boosts
Ya I don't follow no
Ya my car it got no roof
Ya hit her so hard she [?]
Ya that bitch she not new
Ya Rick Owens all on my
Ya your [?]
Counting money, counting money, now I'm the man in my
Fuck some Z's, fuck with me b, driving around in a Bentley
Went to the hood, got a lil' bitch, bet you Uzi gon' hit her
Lil' Uzi leave that bitch
She mad at me pull out
Smoking this gas, popping these Xans, ya you know I'm a sipper
Ain't about money why is you I smack you right with my hand
Uzi cool like a fan ya
My new she got a man ya
All these they my fans ya
Walking with all these bands ya