Fuck Your Hoe
• Written by SieRHay
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On my life she ratch
Rolling with B-Man, he got the trigger
If you contest me, I pull up my finger
I'm gonna get paper, like a copy printer
That's right im a winner
If you ain't already know
If you wanna rhyme back then
I'll give you the flow
But you won't be able to top me
Bitch i am a pro
But we keep that low
Look how the buzz will grow
You know i be teasing, though
No, just put us on death row
Your boy said you cute, shorty; let's get low
And i made it with that dope flow
Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow
Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low
He probably had a reason to slap that hoe
Ballin til the buzzer blow
Lost my nigga over nothing though
Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show
Spending my money when your wallets low
Cause gettin to this dough is all i know
Yeah, work fuck you bitches, yo niggas pay me though
I can leave a hint but it's better you know
Definition of cold: ice, 30 below
Graduated from Burgh, addicted to blow
My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow
Ran outside to see the big show
My niggas is winning though
Your bitch a ratchet hoe.
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SieRHay
Member since November 26 2014