Aww hell nah
Look at you
All up in the club
With your jeans on
Team strong
Looking for some love
Theme song on blast
With your beams on cash
Just letting every nigga known
Run up in that ass
What you gon do
When you catch an std
Baby girl you aint even gon see 23
But play the game
Damn shame
Swear to God it couldnt be
You let em toss ya ass up
And straight put on dvd
With your night life trife like
Say no f*cks for free
Getting hype like the pipe might
Keep you sucker free
You let the crew run train
Cuz they know you such a flee
Got ya last man shot
Cuz you sniffed up half a key
Now the streets talk
Niggas know stay the f*ck away
Like a predator on a mission
Steady hunting for the prey
But watch her hook another f*cker
Suckas born everyday
You put a price on that pussy
And dont know
Damn shame
Aww hell nah
Look at you
All up in his whips
With your credit cards
Bank accounts
All up in his chips
Big headed all swole
Thinking that you struck gold
Just hoping that he dont get hip
And try to stroll
Whats your life like
Ice type
Said she likes to bling
But if the price right
She might dyke
Or f*ck you for a ring
But got ya ass knocked up
Now you stuck looking sick
But still you on the block
For the gwap turning trick
Got ya hair did
Nails done
Thinking that you rich
Bringing other niggas to his crib
Bitch you full of shit
So now that ass skied up
Trying to plot to get him hit
Just to move him out
Take his house and get his grip
Its ball game
Cuz small change
Could make a nigga flip
And dip quicker on that ass
Than a california clip
Spit like its all written
No love Im frost bitten
You say you not a hoe
But might fit the description
A.N.O.N.? M.U.S. - Hoe Don't Know Lyrics
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Aww hell nah
Look at you
All up in the club
With your jeans on
Team strong
Looking for some love
Theme song on blast
With your beams on cash
Just letting every nigga known
Run up in that ass
What you gon do
When you catch an std
Baby girl you aint even gon see 23
But play the game
Damn shame
Swear to God it couldnt be
You let em toss ya ass up
And straight put on dvd
With your night life trife like
Say no f*cks for free
Getting hype like the pipe might
Keep you sucker free
You let the crew run train
Cuz they know you such a flee
Got ya last man shot
Cuz you sniffed up half a key
Now the streets talk
Niggas know stay the f*ck away
Like a predator on a mission
Steady hunting for the prey
But watch her hook another f*cker
Suckas born everyday
You put a price on that pussy
And dont know
Damn shame
Aww hell nah
Look at you
All up in his whips
With your credit cards
Bank accounts
All up in his chips
Big headed all swole
Thinking that you struck gold
Just hoping that he dont get hip
And try to stroll
Whats your life like
Ice type
Said she likes to bling
But if the price right
She might dyke
Or f*ck you for a ring
But got ya ass knocked up
Now you stuck looking sick
But still you on the block
For the gwap turning trick
Got ya hair did
Nails done
Thinking that you rich
Bringing other niggas to his crib
Bitch you full of shit
So now that ass skied up
Trying to plot to get him hit
Just to move him out
Take his house and get his grip
Its ball game
Cuz small change
Could make a nigga flip
And dip quicker on that ass
Than a california clip
Spit like its all written
No love Im frost bitten
You say you not a hoe
But might fit the description
Look at you
All up in the club
With your jeans on
Team strong
Looking for some love
Theme song on blast
With your beams on cash
Just letting every nigga known
Run up in that ass
What you gon do
When you catch an std
Baby girl you aint even gon see 23
But play the game
Damn shame
Swear to God it couldnt be
You let em toss ya ass up
And straight put on dvd
With your night life trife like
Say no f*cks for free
Getting hype like the pipe might
Keep you sucker free
You let the crew run train
Cuz they know you such a flee
Got ya last man shot
Cuz you sniffed up half a key
Now the streets talk
Niggas know stay the f*ck away
Like a predator on a mission
Steady hunting for the prey
But watch her hook another f*cker
Suckas born everyday
You put a price on that pussy
And dont know
Damn shame
Aww hell nah
Look at you
All up in his whips
With your credit cards
Bank accounts
All up in his chips
Big headed all swole
Thinking that you struck gold
Just hoping that he dont get hip
And try to stroll
Whats your life like
Ice type
Said she likes to bling
But if the price right
She might dyke
Or f*ck you for a ring
But got ya ass knocked up
Now you stuck looking sick
But still you on the block
For the gwap turning trick
Got ya hair did
Nails done
Thinking that you rich
Bringing other niggas to his crib
Bitch you full of shit
So now that ass skied up
Trying to plot to get him hit
Just to move him out
Take his house and get his grip
Its ball game
Cuz small change
Could make a nigga flip
And dip quicker on that ass
Than a california clip
Spit like its all written
No love Im frost bitten
You say you not a hoe
But might fit the description
Writer: John Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid