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Keep askin' me to make a song about the hoe
But I refuse to sing about a 304
Fuck the bitch, make a song about the dough
Add me up, I got blues like a loc
I got gas in this blunt, cheesecake, oreo
Where your folks, bitch, I heard that he was fuckin' up your loaf
Put it here, lil' baby, I could use some new toes
A choosing fee, there's no free route
Aye, bitch, I talk real dirty, I got a mud mouth
Bitch, I like high heels with the buns out
Hoe, I can get chose with my mouth closed
To get pi is 16 x 304
Aye, bitch, now I'm back on beat
We was slidin' to the west, now we back on east
Aye, I put a lot of hoes back on feet
Truth will set you free but get you killed for tellin' on me
Aye, I need a hoe, not a new bae
You be doin' what you want instead of what I say
All this talkin' back and forth, don't get no pape
Once you free, there's no comin' back, no second takes
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Once you free, there's no comin' back, no second takes
Keep askin' me to make a song about the hoe
But I refuse to sing about a 304
Fuck the bitch, make a song about the dough
Add me up, I got blues like a loc
I got gas in this blunt, cheesecake, oreo
Where your folks, bitch, I heard that he was fuckin' up your loaf
Put it here, lil' baby, I could use some new toes
A choosing fee, there's no free route
Me, I'm a real 16
I get happy every time I check her cheese
Her ex folks mad, cause he ain't no pro
Her ex folks mad, cause he don't check no dough
This pink Maserati, love to paint E-14
I was on Fig, checkin' 10 out a snow
My last foot was addicted to the snow
But not addicted to this yimpin', so that bitch had to go, go, go
Aye, money on the floor
It's money through the door, I'm up a hundred plus more
I charge fees, that's just how that game go
Free fuckin' you, bitch, that's a no-no