Lyrics:
Ballin' like Ginóbili (what?), your bitch in the nose bleeds (swish) Parkin' lot pimpin' at the club Me and my niggas tryna Bring out the hoochies
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoochie (hoochies need love too) Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo (you know we gotta have it, yeah) Groove with me (hoochies need love too)
My life is like a movie Limousine to my crib She boujee Ain't no stressing Wanna chill Jacuzzi Pour me up another cup of hoochy Pour me up another
Ahhhhhhhhhhh shit! shit! shit! Now I'm walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
Kill them Max And we got a couple bitches and they groupies Ain't even rich but we getting all the hoochies Southside we the kings we the newbies We
kit Straight at ya pumpkin The tool spit no fuck it tool shit We get to dumpin Send hoochies to tie up loose ends Won't see it comin Move smoothly
fronting like they in the A-Z I'm just doing me but these bitches can't breathe All them hoes, all them haters All them hoochies, all them players All
Take that hoochy who run it There ain't no tie for me I had to lie for me I couldn't go Take that hoochy who run it There ain't no tie for me I had
Take that hoochy who run it There ain't no tie for me I had to lie for me I couldn't go Take that hoochy who run it There ain't no tie for me I had
Fuck who, fuck what a hater say Niggas see me rollin, when I'm bringing major pain All the hoochies wanna holla, they reaching for the fame But
You know what I like You know, you know what I like You know, you know what I like You know I like hoochies, sluts, nasty bitches Pull out my
kids from Buck town, profilin' 'Cause the hoochies was starin', thinkin' "What them niggas wearin'?" I'm wonderin' if that's her hair I remember stick
Imma tell you the truth, cuz im tired of fuccn around with you In this business closed legs dont get fed and its as simple as that All these hoochies
freake kan Freaky dager Freaky ways Freaky hoochies Freaky tales Freaky dager (so freaky) Freaky ways Freaky hoochies (so freaky) Freaky tales Det er
I walk in the room and catch his eye Like bussed down ruccis Hear the way i talk got niggas pulling Down they hoochies Competent with life I know she
many seeds in the trey bag I'm on the train headin' uptown, freestyling With some wild kids from Bucktown, profiling 'Cause the hoochies was starin'
kids from Buck town, profilin' 'Cause the hoochies was starin', thinkin' "What them niggas wearin'?" I'm wonderin' if that's her hair I remember stick
(Ahh das hot) All of these hoochies turn on me like milk I just want milfs I just want milfs A cesarean section with cellulite That sounds like
you're with me I'm not a gangsta I like smoothies, simple things movies One woman no groupies or hoochies One God Christ my Lord I'm not a gangsta Never
was writing on that wall Shout out to Gucci I think I was born to ball, and fuck these hoochies I can make a couple calls, get my trap booting I'm
some scrambled eggs I like it when she wake up And shake some I got a lot of hoochies, but she my favorite one She know it's temporary, and we doing
get my baby Gonna get my baby Gonna get my baby for me Well, she's my mama Loochy-hoochy goo-dee hoochy-goochy Once you got the love, now On the way
it tentative Didly-didly-dee look at all these hoochies I be on the beach in Emilio Pucci I'm the, I'm the best, I'm the best, ask Khaled Hold
soul I used to drink, I used to smoke I used to smoke, drink and dance the hoochy-coo I used to smoke and drink Smoke and drink and dance
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