lyrics:

yo bbl shit gon fuck
yo hoe be so lit gotta tuck
yo going all night gon yuck
hoe be so bad lemme see you shake it up (shake)
hoe be so bad lemme (lemme see you shake)
hoe be so bad lemme see you shake it up (shake)
hoe be so bad lemme (lemme see you shake)
hoe be so bad lemme see you shake it up
so much ass bitch through it up
I got too much I dont fuck
why yo hoe be tryna suck
I got charm and some luck
run a fade bitch I dont duck
hoe be so bad
hoe be so...
hoe be so...
hoe be so bad
hoe be so bad
hoe be so...
hoe be so...
hoe be so bad
throw it back on me
hoe dont wanna fuck got a bag on me
I be running up got a mag on me yo
I be shooting up got a mag on me yo
hoe be so bad
hoe be so
hoe be
hoe
hoe be so bad lemme see you shake it up
so much ass bitch through it up
I got too much I dont fuck
why yo hoe be tryna suck
I got charm and some luck
run a fade bitch I dont duck
hoe be so bad
hoe be so...
hoe be so...
hoe be so bad
hoe be so bad
hoe be so...
hoe be so...
hoe be so bad
throw it back on me
hoe dont wanna fuck got a bag on me
I be running up got a mag on me yo
I be shooting up got a mag on me yo
hoe be so bad
hoe be so
hoe be
hoe

hbsb ***

im a hood in the suburbs
boy gon talk he gon eat curb
you aint doing shit dont act verb
I aint tripping I dont smoke herb
on a drill I got my hood up
hoe wan fuck but bitch you get stood up
boy you failed you a woulda, coulda, shoulda
bitch im rolling dolo I always know what good yuh
im a roadman track your ass down
you a fuck clown
bitch whats up now
take yo hoe outta town
she gon suck now
call it luck now?
but bitch she stuck now
bitch im sliding with a arp
hoe gon fuck cus she feeling me
hoe gon fuck cus she feeling me
hoe gon fuck cus she feeling me
damn bitch im him too
fucking on your slim boo
I aint shooting threes
bitch im running to the rim too
way im slamming dunks all the hoes gon call me tim (duncan) too
way im taking life all the hoes gon call me grim too
reaper
dont call my phone 
bitch you not worth my beeper
you aint got no bread
bitch i know you living cheaper
wanna runs ones? bitch i hit u with my sleeper
your bitch dont like you cus im going deeper
im a hood in the suburbs
boy gon talk he gon eat curb
you aint doing shit dont act verb
I aint tripping I dont smoke herb
on a drill I got my hood up
hoe wan fuck but bitch you get stood up
boy you failed you a woulda, coulda, shoulda
bitch im rolling dolo I always know what good yuh
im a roadman track your ass down
you a fuck clown
bitch whats up now
take yo hoe outta town
she gon suck now
call it luck now?
but bitch she stuck now

hood up

switch / damn

lyrics:
bitch i see u fitted up hoe
where it come from
aint fooling no one
aint rich just old
got a brand new bitch
got a brand new whip
got a brand new crib
got a brand new ship
uh huh, but you rich tho?
faking on gram 
when at home you gon switch tho
made your whole life 
but u saying im a bitch no
wanting more bread
but then u gonna ditch tho
you a bitch to hoe
fake your whole life you a witch too hoe
wanting more fight its a itch too hoe
losing your tight drink some H2O
You fat, you sad
I win, your bad
You lose, so mad
Whore kid, poor dad
Switch the subject now
im so up every hoe say wow
im so up got expensive chow
im so up your man ask how
its simple im him
new man fat but bitch im slim
new man rat but bitch im trim
you is flat please hit up the gym
but im 16 hoe
making more money than my own dean tho
I dont give a fuck im a rich teen hoe
making so much bread, ha ha its clean too
im seen too
on screens boo
good genes too
I cant lose

new account @aerial

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