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8 dead hoes - bambi (rapper) lyrics

8 dead hoes lyrics
[verse 1: kirblagoop]
man, big dough, big dough, big dough
selling hoes on the track, call [?]
they don’t know how it go in the four, and if they don’t then their brains get blow
.22 or .556, know we pimping in the mix
came in for a one double o, know we thugging and plugging till we go
and it’s off top, you know we make this sh*t rock
pick a spot, y’know we got the block hot
high off weed, goop, higher we go
know we finna mack that b*tch, f*cking move
thugging, plugging, opp in the pot
you ain’t never seen sh*t, boy you just sight looking
play it larry, way he shot back
[?], i could cop that
let’s just stop the bullsh*t
pick that boy with a full clip
full clip, extendos, kirb coming through out the window

[verse 2: bambi]
suck me while i’m sleeping like she kirby up in dreamland
wockhardt got me leaning feeling like a f*cking kickstand
everytime i take a flight i need me like six xans and everytime i’m cooking crack i need about like six pans
yo b*tch is a big fan, f*cked her, she got big cans
i’m sorry she don’t f*ck with you cause bambi is a rich man
spend a couple thousand on my watch, call that wristbands
spend a couple thousand on my watch, call that wristbands
used to sell blow, call me bambi pablo
i got eight bad hoes in the trunk of my tahoe
out here f*ckin’ balling like i hit the f*cking lotto
catching h*lla bodies like the south side of chicago
pull up to your spot, yeah you know i’ll f*cking pack you out
left hook, right hook, call me bambi pacquiao
pacquiao, pacquiao, call me bambi pacquiao
left hook, right hook, call me bambi pacquiao

- bambi rapper lyrics

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