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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kash Doll
Kash Doll
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arkeisha Knight
Arkeisha Knight
Songwriter
Kristen Spencer
Kristen Spencer
Songwriter
Byron Thomas
Byron Thomas
Songwriter
Joshua Antwan Newkirk
Joshua Antwan Newkirk
Songwriter
Richard Parker Wiggins
Richard Parker Wiggins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
6lement
6lement
Producer
Irvin Johnson
Irvin Johnson
Mastering Engineer
Bradley "Dula" Post
Bradley "Dula" Post
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Heard they locked yo' nigga up, he got to singin' like a sample Talkin' out yo' neck gon' get you knocked out them sandals (bitch) 42 and Ace of Spades on deck like I gamble (bitch) Say they get it poppin', I pull up, y'all gon' scramble Fake hoes, fuck 'em Weird hoes, fuck 'em Weak, broke, lame hoes, fuck 'em Nigga out here trickin' off that munyun, fuck 'em Thinkin' I'm the one that he gon' front on, fuck 'em Snake hoes, fuck 'em Jealous hoes, fuck 'em Cheap, dry, burnt hoes, fuck 'em If he bein' stingy, get his friend, fuck 'em Say that shit louder one mo' 'gain (ayy, look), fuck 'em Like my trunk in the front and my man from the hood (that's right) Turn a bitch to a blunt, roll her up in a wood Snuck a stick in the Kelly, promoter tell me I'm good (I'm good) Ass fat wit' no belly, you barely get in the club You a Section eight bitch, I'm in here buyin' eight sections (broke bitch) Eight figure nigga, he just ate me for breakfast (that's right) Ridin' slab on yo' nigga face out in Texas Now yo' chest hurt 'cause you done went through them texts (ah-ha) Need a Ruff Ryda, Bent' Spur slider (that's right) Patty cake, big face, bitch big timer Different color 'Ne'Ne's I got all these niggas buyin 'em Tired hoes out here chasin' niggas that be hidin' 'em (ah-ha) Fake hoes, fuck 'em Weird hoes, fuck 'em Weak, broke, lame hoes, fuck 'em Nigga out here trickin' off that munyun, fuck 'em Thinkin' I'm the one that he gon' front on, fuck 'em Snake hoes, fuck 'em Jealous hoes, fuck 'em (ayy) Cheap, dry, burnt hoes, fuck 'em (ayy) If he bein' stingy, get his friend, fuck 'em (ayy) Say that shit louder one mo' 'gain (ayy, look), fuck 'em Pop my shit 'cause I could stand on that in six-inch heels Just to get me out the house gon' run you 'bout six mill' (facts) Walk around wit' all this ice, I ain't got no chill (that's right) Them hoes you wit' just like ya jewelry, ain't none of 'em real (fake bitch) Kash been winnin' They way I'm on these bitches heads, I'm a whole tenant (I'm a whole tenant) My name forever in they mouth, I'm a whole dentist The U.S Open on my neck, yeah, this a whole tennis I been ballin' for a minute got you hoes winded, try to keep up I might buy another mansion just to kick my feet up Face beat while you bitches out here lookin' beat up At this point, I be pissin' bitches off so much, I keep the seat up Let's go Fake hoes, fuck 'em Weird hoes, fuck 'em Weak, broke, lame hoes, fuck 'em Nigga out here trickin' off that munyun, fuck 'em Thinkin' I'm the one that he gon' front on, fuck 'em Snake hoes, fuck 'em Jealous hoes, fuck 'em Cheap, dry, burnt hoes, fuck 'em If he bein' stingy, get his friend, fuck 'em Say that shit louder one mo' 'gain, fuck 'em Fuck 'em Fuck you fuckin' bitches, fuck 'em
Writer(s): Byron O. Thomas, Arkeisha Knight, Joshua Antwan Newkirk, Kirsten Allyssa Spencer, Richard Parker Wiggins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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