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Fuck Y'all Hoes

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Fuck Y'all Hoes

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[talking-d.j paul and juicy "j"]

[chorus 1:]

[juicy "j'']

If you ain't claiming g-d

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming v-l

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming crips then

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming bloods then

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming bhz

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming north memphis

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming orange mound

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming southpark

(fuck y'all hoes)

[lord infamous (scarecrow)]

Bitch we are entertainers

We warfare trainers

We ain't gangbangers

But we will make you famous

I show you falling hoes

I show you slippin' slopes

I show you swiss i knows

I dangling from the rows

You top that tokeo

Up in the studio

But in the streets they ho

You cool they diff but so...

But if he eat the coke

And wanna go for broke

Let's get them guns out ho, i thank you fucking former ho !

[d.j. paul]

I can fight this nigga

I can whoop this nigga

I can [gun loading] [gun shots]

Boom! with the trigger

I can rob this boy, i can mob this boy

I can call a fucking killer, do a job on this boy

I can make this fool, i can rape this fool

I can get them off my five o-clock or ten o-clock news

I can lend a helping hand

I can be your fucking friend

I can leave his body stankin' in a kroger garbage can

[chorus 2:]

If you ain't claiming hollywood

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming walker homes

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming foot home

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming walter simmons

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming smokey city

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming evergreen

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming lmg

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming dixie homes

(fuck y'all hoes)

[gangsta boo]

Don't play with the hypnotize c-a-m-p (a-c)

Blowin' small balls nigga feel me

Maybe!

I be what chu' call the first lady

Triple six put me through the doors getting money

Now you

Jelous-ass-bitches in my face

Tryin take my shit out of place

(you be steppin' bitch)

I be on some hennesy

Mixed with some alizae

Smokin' on some hay

On my way

On that plat "a"

("a")

[d.j. paul]

Im hittin on some small niggas

(that rob niggas)

Smoke coke

(with big mob figures)

That star niggas

In p-agg ya

Get em' recorded they own pictures

Im takin' puss, and dankin' drankin'

Drank wit warning niggas

I poke them stagged up

And round wit trick a heavy niggas

Im talkin ski-mask

Engage up out of the back seat niggas

Pull the triggers

And i keep a tone, world-rone

Dangers on, hustle grown

Sippin' on, burn a post

Papers on, but still im home

[chorus 3:]

If you ain't claiming new chicago

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming roxy brown

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming pussy valley

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming fowler homes

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming douglas then

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming trig then

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming mclemore

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming bunker hill

(fuck y'all hoes)

[koopsta knicca]

No issues

You think this kid fucked up the fucking problem

Bitch you don't know that koopsta knicca is a murder robber

Got yo motherfucking brother in the back seat

Sweat drippin' off his neck

Son of bitch you don't know me

"koopsta"

I kinda hear the whispers in his fucking bed

"knicca"

And you think you got that strip

Than why don't you get with him

And if you wanna stress me

Grab my 8.0 is you dead

Say "mister cum a dress ya"

Koopsta got em' scared!!!

[chorus 4:]

If you ain't claiming hyde park

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming ridge grove

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming ridge crest

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming bartlett then

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming germantown

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't claiming

(fuck y'all hoes)

If you ain't naming

(fuck y'all hoes)

(fuck y'all hoes)

(fuck y'all hoes)

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