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might not like it - kentheman lyrics

[intro]
(you can ask bigg cuz)
yeah
hoes might not like it, but i bet they n*gga love it (mmm)
wanna l!ck it, wanna taste it, wanna suck it

[verse]
hoes might not like it, but i bet they n*gga love it
they tryna build homes with the n*ggas i be ducking
i ain’t sweating no n*gga, i can get ’em by the dozen
hoes steady be like, “friend,” but be on the ‘gram subbing
i ain’t with all of that talking, i can get a b*tch slapped down
hoes screaming they don’t like me, see ’em running in a pack now
ayy, hoes hit the follow, now they think they know my background
instead of asking who i’m f*cking, ask your n*gga wherе he at now
and i hear a lot of capping from the back row, flеxing from the flat broke
whole lot of noise from hoes ain’t seen a hundred bands close
hoes couldn’t see me even magnify glass close
and no i ain’t doja, but they still do what i say so (look, ayy)
i got n*ggas texting back to back, ain’t even put no p*ssy on ’em
b*tches on a fake page mad i took they n*gga from ’em
i ain’t hard to find, why they acting like they looking for me?
if they wanna trip, i hope the b*tch can pay to book it for me
so unbothered, got hoes bothered
tell ’em go’n and hang that sh*t up, next caller
ayy, the most hate from hoes looking for they next dollar
doing big sh*t, hoes’ moves much smaller
ayy, ayy, i just f*ck with him for money, you f*ck with him tryna marry
me and them is not the same, wish they stop all that comparing
you be sad behind a ho (i wish the f*ck i would)
all on twitter in your feelings, looking bad behind a ho
no, not me, that ain’t p
i don’t nothing else, i’ma keep sh*t g
block hoes, they no call id
that’s how you know the p*ssy is g*u*d
b*tches swear they did it first, it’s looking like a repeat
f*ck i look like arguing with a ho that wanna be me?
they been looking lost without me, these b*tches need me
the way they in my business, you would think they my employees
find you something to do
it’s been like seven years since i seen a check stub
they ain’t even do me dirty and still got me messed up
a b*tch never checked me or came at me messed up
sh*t ain’t working out, i guess they tryna get they reps up
all in the mirror like, “d*mn, i wanna f*ck her”
i’d shoot the club up and wouldn’t use a rubber
b*tch, you either like me or don’t, if you ’bout it, make it known
and since they quiet, this can’t be what b*tches want, for real
[outro]
hoes might not like it, but i bet they n*ggas love it, love it
wanna touch it
wanna take it shopping, wanna leave it roses
yeah
he wanna touch it, wanna taste it, wanna own it
ayy
he wanna touch it, wanna taste it, wanna own it

- kentheman lyrics

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