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Chris Smith
Chris Smith
Songwriter

Lyrics

(hoes outside)
Last night, had the hoes outside (hoes outside)
**** ain't have clothes like mine
I was outside with the hoes whole time
Call lil' trell now he throw it off a dime
Can't talk loud with a pole in ya eyes
I was just with some bad hoes, getting fried
Bitch hit me up like a chicken pot pie
**** talk, talk, **** can't pop out
Take hoes to the telly, can't blow up the spot
Fuck the IG bitch, I'm knowin' y'all not
**** try to spin, caught a O in his top
Bitch I still walk down, all my poles is hot
Bitch you gon' take off your clothes or not?
Bitch you gon-, Bitch you gon-, take off your clothes or not?
Swear I love the thots, all ya hoes is bots (they just bots)
And I'm still in the projects, I just flew this bad bitch out on my jet
Heard them **** out, where the guys at?
Fuck the bitch, then rearrange her mindset
I ain't cum in bitches that ain't mine yet
And my eyes low like I'm Chinese, bitch I get racks
I don't caught no pleas, I ain't never had to get on my knees
I ain't never had to get like y'all ****, all that clickin' on shit
That's on y'all ****, I can't do no bitchin', I don't mind ****
I don't know why I'm all on your mind ****, I ain't sayin shit back
Wastin' time, bitch I ain't bout' shit, except mine
I can't flex nobody money but mine, I can't ever love, nobody except me
**** be too old, and tryna' catfish
You get blackballed, I'm with my black bitch
And I stay hard, keep it a stack bitch
**** ain't that hard, **** since back then
And I know that's hard, **** take that end
Make a velli UPS in packs then
Bitch, I'm blacked out, pull up in black benz
**** too capped out, we know how that is
(hoes outside)
Last night, had the hoes outside (hoes outside)
**** ain't have clothes like mine
I was outside with the hoes whole time
Call lil' trell now he throw it off a dime
Can't talk loud with a pole in ya eyes
I was just with some bad hoes, getting fried
Bitch hit me up like a chicken pot pie
**** talk, talk, **** can't pop out
Take hoes to the telly, can't blow up the spot
Fuck the IG bitch, I'm knowin' y'all not
**** try to spin, caught a O in his top
Bitch I still walk down, all my poles is hot
Bitch you gon' take off your clothes or not?
Bitch you gon-, Bitch you gon-, take off your clothes or not?
Swear I love the thots, all ya hoes is bots
Written by: Chris Smith
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