Same Hoes
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Same Hoes
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In the club with your main thang
Every week is a the same game
Call that bitch a cool up
Got me feeling like two pot,
In the city the same hoes, oh
I see the same hoes,
Yeah yeah, I see the same hoes
Ohhh, I see the same hoes
Yeah yeah
Never fall in love with a bitch, never fall in love with a bitch
Never fall in love with a bitch, never fall in love with a bitch
I can't do 50 belly, now my winners got a while I'm living,
Blames on the side nigga, name on the
Bitch same wack bitch
Whippin flowers on the side,
I told the vibe bitch, pop bitch
You can never fuck with my bitch
She grab time for, and I see you bustin on that
Tryin to smoke my weed like I'm mother*cking lime more,
Everywhere I go, everything
One minute she would trick, next minute she with me,
Heard she fuck with kendrick and my nigga wg,
But she had two bosses last week,
She a ratchet cracking every time she on her feet
The bitch my formality to the mother fucking d,
Mother to the d ya'll, word to the mother *cking d,
Especially mother on the b yo
In the club with your main thang
Every week is a the same game
Call that bitch a cool up
Got me feeling like two pot,
In the city the same hoes, oh
I see the same hoes,
Yeah yeah, I see the same hoes
Ohhh, I see the same hoes
Yeah yeah
I would never fuck you 'cause you broke,
You can never fuck 'cause you a hoe,
I see you poking at that ass I'm like soccer
Run the lobster in the streets bitch I know,
We are a bomb bitch
A pussy didn't beat the fuck up like soda,
Nigga chuck told me, nigga time told me
I your ass on fuck the all on me
Turn it down the shawty got it's a cold
Ass game so I bland like sodi,
Nigga I saw you that's why I never loved another bitch fuck a bitch
I'll be on hustle shit, fuck and still
Two thousand suckers shit, hoes I've been suking dick
Diamonds strucking rich and after that
She fucking split, put up on some fucking crib,
Spread big dogs a shit, and all this do a dig bitch
I chase now my boss eat good nigga she doesn't
In the club with your main thang
Every week is a the same game
Call that bitch a cool up
Got me feeling like two pot,
In the city the same hoes, oh
I see the same hoes,
Yeah yeah, I see the same hoes
Ohhh, I see the same hoes
Yeah yeah
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