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hoe money - duwap kaine lyrics

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[chorus]
i can’t give a f*ckin’ hoe money (go, go)
young n*gga, need mo’ money
remember days, it was real sunny
i remember days, i was real bummy
countin’ cash, i be countin’ these bucks
b*tch fat, she need her tummy tucked
if i think you buyin’, then you know i’ma up
good drank in a double cup

[verse]
free my n*ggas that got out a cup
d*mn, my n*ggas in jail gettin’ tatted up
feel like the migos, n*gga, add it up
don’t f*ck with these rappers, or they managers
i’m seventeen, i might go to canada
i’m tryna be high as f*ck in canada
these n*ggas talk all on the interwebs
yo car dusty, it got spider webs
pockets they fat, and they look like 10kkev
i’m smoking on dope n*gga, i don’t do meth
f*ck with the gang, put yo head on a shelf
been in this sh*t n*gga, i don’t need help
you keep hatin’ on me, you need help
designer jeans sagging, i don’t need a belt
that’s how i was born, so i ride by myself
if sh*t get real, just stay to yourself
i ride with a glock, n*gga i’m not by myself
too much money, n*gga, i might rob myself
i think my ‘lil glock need a silencer
them hollow tipped bullets gon’ silence ya
my b*tch mean, she got a bipolar system
you ain’t nothing but a hoe, a d*mn victim
actin’ sweet n*gga, it ain’t none of that
[?] n*gga, “gimme that”
when i skirt off, i’m like “where my partner at?”
i think that’s him right there in the pontiac
these n*ggas been snitching and y’all know that
n*ggas be snitching, and y’all be blowing
that pistol on me, and i’m blowing
i’ma get up there, keep growing
i’m smokin’ on dope n*gga, i ain’t growing
hi*tec in my hand n*gga, [?]
b*tch get the blunt n*gga, and she choking
i don’t like ‘addys, but i’m focused
like g herbo, i’m rolling
car smell like weed, i gotta notice

[chorus]
i can’t give a f*ckin’ hoe money (go, go)
young n*gga, need mo’ money
remember days, it was real sunny
i remember days, i was real bummy
countin’ cash, i be countin’ these bucks
b*tch fat, she need her tummy tucked
if i think you buyin’, then you know i’ma up
good drank in a double cup
i can’t give a f*ckin’ hoe money (go, go)
young n*gga, need mo’ money
remember days, it was real sunny
i remember days, i was real bummy
countin’ cash, i be countin’ these bucks
b*tch fat, she need her tummy tucked
if i think you buyin’, then you know i’ma up
good drank in a double cup

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