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punk hoe - too $hort lyrics

[intro: lil yee]
ayy, uncle short what it do n-gga? (what up?)
fab n-gga, what it is n-gga? (what’s up cousin?)
it’s lil yee in this motherf-cker man

[chorus: too $hort]
you a tramp, you a b-tch, you a punk ho
you a tramp, you a b-tch, you a punk ho
you a tramp, you a b-tch, you a punk ho
you a tramp, you a b-tch, you a punk ho

[verse 1: too $hort]
lotta real players in here, and we don’t let fake hoes interfere
’cause you a tramp, b-tch you a f-ck ho
tried to run with the b-tch but he fumbled
might see me somewhere with a rich ho
give a f-ck about your money, you a b-tch ho
i hit a b-tch from the back, i just wanna bone
you a player like me, you can sing along
who the h-ll you think you foolin’ with that fake gold?
punk -ss b-tch, you a fake ho
over here, over there, another fake ho
anywhere, everywhere i see these fake hoes
might be your little sister, she a punk ho
might be your little brother, he a punk ho
i’ma tell you how it is if you a punk ho
don’t come around here, we don’t f-ck with those

[chorus: too $hort]
you a tramp, you a b-tch, you a punk ho
you a tramp, you a b-tch, you a punk ho
you a tramp, you a b-tch, you a punk ho
you a tramp, you a b-tch, you a punk ho

[verse 2: lil yee]
ayy, i can’t stand no broke -ss busted b-tch
twenty-five on my neck, six on the fit
sixteen in my clip, watch them loose lips
i can’t save her, i’ma slave her, she a loose b-tch
i’m a motherf-ckin’ player
and i’m ridin’ ’round my city with some fifties and some flavors
couple white b-tches, only smoke papers
but eat d-ck and love to do favors
little tramp, give me stacks or be gone
mister maison margiela what my feet on
ain’t no free sh-t, b-tch i need a fee ho
talkin’ down on my g, i’m a p ho
f-i-l-l, m-o-e though
i don’t think you know what that mean though
i’ma break her and shake her and get ghost
run it in and put a young n-gga in the ghost

[chorus: too $hort]
you a tramp, you a b-tch, you a punk ho
you a tramp, you a b-tch, you a punk ho
you a tramp, you a b-tch, you a punk ho
you a tramp, you a b-tch, you a punk ho

[verse 3: prezi]
you a f-g, you a b-tch, you a punk ho
i been bangin’ in them projects on harder road
you can catch me in them places n-ggas never go
claimin’ that y’all pimpin’ with them b-tches that ain’t never ho
i’m gettin’ paper, i been ’bout it, i been active
gun on me, been breakin’ b-tches, i been mackin’
you been broke, you playin’ roles, you been actin’
you n-ggas fake and ain’t got no game, you need practice
broke b-tches can’t do nothing for me
gotta grind all week ’cause ain’t nothin’ for free
this sh-t crazy, you f-ck n-ggas lazy
the money got moves but it’ll never shake me
claimin’ that you sinnin’ but you kissin’ that b-tch
she was gone thirty minutes, now you missin’ that b-tch
i can’t stand a b-tch n-gga that got ho ways
b-tch ain’t bringin’ nothin’ to the table, she gets no play, it’s prezi

[verse 4: oke junior]
do as you told, i do what i please
she in the streets sellin’ p-ssy, chargin’ n-ggas a fee
recruit her -ss to the team, we gon’ run it up
solo dolo, i don’t trust her, you the type to cuff
you talk sh-t, get slapped up, we’re ready for action
don’t really want no problems, whole squad will act up
sh-t get tragic, we up in this b-tch
b-tches really only love you for the money you get
yeah we up in this b-tch, livin’ life, lovin’ this sh-t
had to glow up, take a look at my wrist
get your mind on track and tell that man fall back
messin’ with your head, tellin’ lies, no facts, uh
livin’ better now, no more hand-me-downs
back shots whenever i put it down
ready for action, baby what’s happenin’
we on the wave, rock the boat for the captain

[chorus; too $hort]
you a tramp, you a b-tch, you a punk ho
you a tramp, you a b-tch, you a punk ho
you a tramp, you a b-tch, you a punk ho
you a tramp, you a b-tch, you a punk ho

- too hort lyrics

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