Lyrics

When I think about you, I think hoe When I dream about you, I think hoe It only took me some hours to hit, I think hoe When I see you at my niggas crib, I think hoe When you pull up in your whip, I think hoe Act different when you get your chips, I think hoe Wouldn't do it for your homies, do it for your bitch, hoe Hoe These hoes only fucking with a nigga, with them figures You ain't got it, them bitches ain't fucking with you Stop saving these hoes, fuck these bitches Stop bringing them around a real nigga 'Cause a hoe gonna be a hoe and a bitch gonna be a bitch Don't put your dick up in a hoe that make you money And these hoes fucking different niggas every night But she still be up in church every Sunday So bitch, tell the DJ play my shit And tell your home girls to get with it Don't be ashamed to be a hoe, if you a hoe, then let them know You getting money and they need to fuck with it When I think about you, I think hoe When I dream about you, I think hoe It only took me some hours to hit, I think hoe When I see you at my niggas crib, I think hoe When you pull up in your whip, I think hoe Act different when you get your chips, I think hoe Wouldn't do it for your homies, do it for your bitch, hoe Hoe When I wake up in the morning, I think dough Bad bitch, fall for all the rap niggas, she a hoe Got a 100 thousand likes and a million something followers I'm a street nigga, I'm just tryna get my dollars up Kirko Bangz and my nigga YG Yo Gotti, trill nigga, ask your hoe about me Real nigga shit, don't do that, get your feelings hurt Want a red bitch in a mini skirt Chanel boots, Celine purse Shorty not a stripper but can make it twerk When you think about me you think bread When I think about you, I think head When I think about you, I think hoe When I dream about you, I think hoe It only took me some hours to hit, I think hoe When I see you at my niggas crib, I think hoe When you pull up in your whip, I think hoe Act different when you get your chips, I think hoe Wouldn't do it for your homies, do it for your bitch, hoe Hoe These hoes gonna be hoes You cuffing and loving her, but she fucking on the low And I'm like damn, bitch, what you saying? Hoe, you know you got a man But she gonna fuck all the niggas that all the bitches is fucking And she gonna post all them pictures that she don't look like in public She gonna be in the club, bottles popping, she boppin' When the sparkles start coming, bitches start table hopping And I'm like every city we go, every other video, there she go I see the same dusty ass hoe, I see the same hoes When I think about you, I think hoe When I dream about you, I think hoe It only took me some hours to hit, I think hoe When I see you at my niggas crib, I think hoe When you pull up in your whip, I think hoe Act different when you get your chips, I think hoe Wouldn't do it for your homies, do it for your bitch, hoe Hoe
Writer(s): Lawrence Smith, Jalil Hutchins, Lamont J. Porter, Mario Mims, John B. Fletcher, Mark Davon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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