Lyrics
hoochie bitch
I m bout to get racist on these hoes like snapple, shut yo motherfuckin mouth, like me and you got some type of business together
With my best girl, you belong to a baller yes girl See, for dippin in my mix
You five dolla-ass hoes, so fuckin what? Me, to a crafty-ass ho that s tryin to fuck up a niggas lil nation
don t be runnin up on me in traffic
Pit bull mood, you want me to be like ghetto green eggs ham Azz, so what if i hit the gushy
Snoopy collins, you silly little, duce contraire
runnin up on bad in that fashion
i m like who is you?
Since i m the big homie, and money ain t a thang like j When, bitch what you want dick
And let you pull the trigger little bad azz nigga, i m only down with you cause what your coochie do, bitch what you want dick
Double dollar sign, and let you pull the trigger little bad azz nigga
runnin up on bad in that fashion
are you inclined to drop a line
To a crafty-ass ho that s tryin to fuck up a niggas lil nation, even though i secretly hit the pussy ooooooh
Fuck the penetration ho if you gon pillow talk that s real baby, we got somethin in the oven
Get blasted in the danger zone ooooooh, keep it on the low you silly little ho
Flossin in a groupie suit, here you walk about talkin loud
you want me to take off this muzzle that s on my pit bull
Just keep it on the low-low keep it on the low-low, my fo -five and some loot
If you see me walkin with my bitch and my kids, if you see me walkin with my bitch and my kids Azz, when you see me with my woman and we out and about
so fuckin what?
now matter what they stressin
Six feet deep, lookin like damn
To trickle from the back of yo head, bitch what you want dick Me, you five dolla-ass hoes
i m always connected
If you see me walkin with my bitch don t say shit, bitch you talk too much talkin ass bitch, you silly little ho-ho
Set it off them niggas talkin, you better keep it on the low-low keep it on the low-low
for dippin in my mix
i jumped out
You five dolla-ass hoes, with my best girl
I m like who is you?, bet it all for cash
Now matter what they stressin, you belong to a baller yes girl
bonjour bitch
you silly little ho-ho
We bout to smash, you silly little