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Hide Ya Hoe
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hide Ya Hoe was released on August 5, 2024 by Murcury Music as a part of the album CandyLand 3
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Release DateAugust 5, 2024
LabelMurcury Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marlon Curtis
Marlon Curtis
Songwriter

Lyrics

You fuckin' with me, how'd you hoe
You really want beef with me
Well, tell me how fast you know it go
I ain't afraid to beat your ass, ****, head to toe
Yeah, I got bees out my pocket, ain't afraid to let them go
You fuckin' with me, now you done
And your **** be talkin' salami
Yeah, I got that Blackberry Sandals on
But your **** talkin' them scholars
Don't want that smoke, and hell nah
You know they having nada
And you know they had enough of it
Like, bitch, give me all your bucks
And they doin' them crazy things
They ain't likin' the way I talk up on them
They ain't likin' the way I pull up fast on em and I go ham on them
This shit I do and the shit you said
They be some different things
And I know that shit hates your life, ****
It's time to make a change, yeah
You wanna talk about the beef
But you cannot talk on beat
This shit don't make no sense to me
Please don't talk to me
Please don't walk to me
Bitch, get out of my face
You think you knowin' somethin' about the game
But you no prodigy
Now, who said I gave a fuck anymore
Like, ****, why you tryna fight
You know you a few **** chose her
Now she gon' cost your life
And I got your bitches payin' my bills
Give me her pills, got me all right, yeah
**** wanna talk about guns and shit
But they ain't even got no knives, yeah
All that stupid and dumb shit
That's that shit I don't like
Like, are you thinkin' that you really run shit
Well, come on, show me the fight
And don't call your girl cause she gettin' fucked, yeah
She gettin' fucked all night
If anything, you can just give me the favor, ****
And get the fuck out of my sight
I see that you dumb hoes talkin
But you don't even know that I don't wanna see you
I heard that your bitch wanna holla with me
So I'm all in her house, my feet up
Yeah, I feel like an animal living in Africa
I got the stripes like a zebra, yeah
I'm takin' off with your bag of shit
And your little cheap-ass Adidas, yeah
I'm takin' your Visa
Take it off, take it off
I'm feelin' like Freeza
I'm feelin' like Fly
Your **** can't keep up
They can't keep us, ayy
I'm too demon
I Can't conversate with that bitch cuz she ain't no classy hoe
Better get your cash, yeah
before I come slash toes
When I'm talkin' like this, ****
You better believe Ill come blast ya hoes
Better keep your peace and don't be mad
Cause you know I'm an asshole
Yeah, this a game of good ol' tag
So I'ma tag your hoe
Yeah, this a game of bag of lease
So I gotta smash your hoe
Nah, I don't play no shoes and ladders
So I ain't gon' shout, bro
You ain't no better than nobody
So what you thinkin' that you bout, ho
Written by: Marlon Curtis
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