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pass her to the homie - ty dolla $ign lyrics

[intro]
dolla $ign
mustard on the beat ho

[verse 1: ty dolla $ign]
i’m a beast, i’m a dawg
if you’re a pushaz ink b-tch, i’m a boss
i raise my middle finger up to the low
got your main b-tch along my boast
lable game hoe, we been all around the world f-ckin’ b-tches
every p-ss ’em hoes right to my cali’s swag niggas
ever ask a question, b-tch, stole in the path, nigga
never call me hollywood, call me westside nigga
dolla $ign, you know i got hoes on my d-ck
in this one it’s twenty racks and show a little bit
i got mustard on the beat, yeah we got another one
and i mess my all money, so about another girl
i ain’t got a body call but i got a double m
niggas, btb when i pull a [?] in
it was me and tc and my nigga yung and him
taking niggas, b-tches like we pull to f-ck and gonnin ’em, dolla

[hook: yung & ty dolla $ign]
aye girl, don’t act like you don’t know me
i’m in this b-tch and i came with the brodies
oh, that’s your man that you would to tell me
so when i hit, i’mma p-ss her to the homies
i’mma p-ss her to the homie
p-ss her to the homie
p-ss her to the homie
p-ss her to the homie
woah, yeah

[verse 2: yung]
aye b-tch, let a nigga come through
drag me, see the sun i go run to
i’m with the homie, so you know that i gotta come soon
i know you with it, so don’t tell me what you want do
so rag boy, got a lame nigga goin’ out
i probably to come, so these low hoes choose out
your nigga’s lame, so you know you better choose us
fast lane like you’re just my [?]
ty dolla, tell these hoes to holla it
if they ain’t tryna f-ck in this shit they even ballin’
new shoes prada, sick no jock in
and now too high [?], she been movin’ with her walker
said she’s with the big, so i make the girl show me
then i p-ss her to the homie like some oe
my name yung, girl, don’t act like you don’t know me
i beat to meet off the pussy leave it brawl in, aye

[verse 3: joe mose]
haa, i’m coby with the sister and i be all on that b-tch and you don’t love ’em, just two minutes
i just be f-cking, why you sick?
she be trash, such you pick
and when we’ve talking ’bout that b-tch and you’ve been talking ’bout my d-ck, get it?
beat it, lights green grid it
read about your school but a [?] b-tches need it
tongue on her pussy, i didn’t even have to eat it
i just pull out my penis and let her grab, i seen her
haa, i’ve been slutin’ with the sluts
cuffin’ on that b-tch
what the hell, is you nuts?
i met her in the room, she was straight from my nuts
i never a man’s trash, this your luck
i remember i won’t call that b-tch, go off [?]
meels, hit it once so you know the pussy’s ready
hit it all night, man the hill it was [?]
p-ssed her all around not the cucci like jelly, haha

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