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abc hoes - southside hoodlum lyrics

i got a b*tch named maiesha, she gon’ f*ck for some money or a visa or can get a man a feature
that b*tch named bianca, i’mma hit it straight behind her while the kid in the living room pushing on the tonka
man drove behind her and i laughed at that
got a b*tch named chloe and she swear that she creole
her bank account zero, i’mma f*ckin’ superhero
the b*tch named aella and i’m drowning bissh grab my umbrella*ella, f*ck me like i’m signed to rockefella*ella
got a b*tch named eva shе gon’ hide my
dope in the spеaker, or in her cleavage
now faith, now faith give me head til i wake
that’s a h*ll of a day
and gianna got the breaks in indianna, took a bird just to bed her
and heather, doped off the letter
h, she gon’ every day, what more can i say?
me and ianna got a sack of marijuana i’mma hit it til we gone and jhene ooh on that
bullsh*t lately, made me wanna smack the lady
now made the lady
and christian, swear that she christian
talking i ain’t even listen pull it down and tell the b*tch to kiss it
b*tch i’m flippin’, run this game p*ssy b*tch you better listen
on your momma beat the kisser[?]
hand in the casket[?]
i ain’t uhnn, me? i ain’t had sh*t
trieda, lay her when i seen your big mama real player don’t forget that
way back
moving dope with no bus pass, hope this sh*t pay off
f*ck your hoe doggy an you ain’t know
like this is, my alphabet b*tches
came from the gutter selling dope in the trenches
this is, my alphabet b*tches
came from the gutter selling dope in the trenches
came from the gutter selling dope in the trenches
this is my alphabet b*tches
came from the gutter selling dope in the trenches
this is my alphabet b*tches

chillin’ in the kitchen water whippin’ through my arm and never missin’
since a youngun’ i ain’t listen, off the walls b*tch i’m trippin’
suh my b*lls b*tch i’m livin’
i might, bend the corner, hit the corner with that ounce of marijuana eyes bleedin’ off the dope just sippin’ drank that’s in my soda
diamond t**th b*tch i’m a polar b*tch, i’m hardly ever sober hit my phone and i’ll come over, hit my jet[?] and i’ll be there
you a square smokin’ squares
i’m a soldier smokin’ borders
knock the chip up off my shoulder
move the bowl before this over
talk to police never, talk to hoes i got several
peddlin’ to work everyday i lit the first
b*tch i’m leaning hard i’m moving smart like my name is mr. carter or the godfather i just hit the [?] fathers[?]
serve the sack and drink some water off the yack i call it water
got it back just like a robber she a cat she a [?]
tell me up in front of coppers now i’m ridin’ from the coppers
plead the fifth you wanna
i [?] the [?] your mama play
love to smoke and i hit the breaks
hoppin’ out with my slides on
mama lookin’ like “hi, son”
[?] smellin’ that weed pack
holla at me you need that
holla at me you need some
this the gas you gon’ need some

- southside hoodlum lyrics

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