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i got hoes - shybalenci lyrics

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[intro]
(shybalenci)
(shyboysh*t)
(s*s*shyboysh*t)

[chorus: shy3]
i got a b*tch in la, i got a b*tch in the bay, yeah
i got a b*tch in the a, that b*tch she stay in decatur
bad little b*tch out from vegas, i had to make her my main b*tch
bad little b*tch out from vegas, i had to make her my main b*tch
i got hoes, i got hoes, i got hoes, yeah
i got hoes, i got hoes, i got hoes, yeah

[verse 1: shy3]
bad lil’ b*tch from cali, all she rock balenci
thirst trap in my dm, think she tryna tempt me
uh, baby girl, i’m failing, if you tryna test me
i got hoes i got hoes (yeah)
she gon’ roll my dope (she gon’ roll my dope)
and she keep that pocket, if a n*gga want some smoke
i got hoes, i got hoes (yeah)
count up for me hoes
buss it for me hoes
snow bunny playin’ with her nose
thick b*tch straight from cleveland, all she shop at neiman’s
cash out every weekend, she be hitting pieces
eat it up girl, no teasing
bless you girl, no sneezing (achoo)
n*ggas they be hating, hating for no reason
[chorus: shy3]
i got a b*tch in la, i got a b*tch in the bay, yeah
i got a b*tch in the a, that b*tch she stay in decatur
bad little b*tch out from vegas, i had to make her my main b*tch
bad little b*tch out from vegas, i had to make her my main b*tch
i got hoes, i got hoes, i got hoes, yeah
i got hoes, i got hoes, i got hoes, yeah
bad lil’ b*tch, she foreign, don’t know what she saying
bad little b*tch out from vegas, i had to make her my main b*tch

[verse 2: shybalenci]
night time, moonlight, poppin’, got the mula
hoe too bad, blah*blah, she got lockjaw
og gas got my head light, go hard
molly got rollin’ off my eyes, i got no heart
glock*glock*glock, cl!ck, bends in my drop top
pop*pop*pop, drop that ass, pop that big b*tt
two tone rolex on my wrist, i got big bucks
get mad b*tch, i got gucci on my flip*flops
now i got money, i got no feels
ten pink toes, ass big real
run my money up, i’d like to go real
shine like sun, shine*shine real
i keep grindin’ till’ i die (ooh)
she knows that i pull up with the glock 40
they can’t stop me, cause i keep it loaded
now i got the time, i gotta run it up
[chorus: shy3]
i got a b*tch in la, i got a b*tch in the bay, yeah
i got a b*tch in the a, that b*tch she stay in decatur
bad little b*tch out from vegas, i had to make her my main b*tch
bad little b*tch out from vegas, i had to make her my main b*tch
i got hoes, i got hoes, i got hoes, yeah
i got hoes, i got hoes, i got hoes, yeah
bad lil’ b*tch, she foreign, don’t know what she saying
bad little b*tch out from vegas, i had to make her my main b*tch

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