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dawg these hoes (remix) - yella beezy lyrics

[intro: yella beezy]
shun on da beat
hey

[chorus: yella beezy]
i don’t cuff these b-tches, i f-ck all these hoes
p-ss her to my dog, we toss all these hoes
i just keep sh-t player, yeah that’s all i know
if they ask me ’bout lil baby, i tell ’em i don’t know
i don’t trust these b-tches, i just dog these hoes
i don’t trust these b-tches, i just dog these hoes
i just keep sh-t player, yeah that’s how sh-t go
tryna get some information, tell ’em i don’t know

[verse 1: yella beezy]
can’t no n-gga come and question, don’t know sh-t about these b-tches
i just keep that sh-t real player, keep these folks up out my business
i don’t know lil mama name, i just know about my digits
i just f-cked a ho last night and then i bought that ho some dennys
had her laid across the cat before we started in the kitchen
took a lil sip of my syrup to calm my nerves then i started gettin’ it
switch positions, had her hollering, tie my d-ck all in her kidneys
wipe my head before i finish, she love the way i be hittin’ it
baow baow, baow baow, baow baow, that’s a collision
how the f-ck you wet my sh-t up, i ain’t give your -ss permission
b-tch you better fix your t–th up, in her mouth just like a dentist
coolin’, i’ma kick my feet up, b-tch you come and drop your panties, baow

[verse 2: moneybagg yo]
i got hoes choosing up but i ain’t pimping (i ain’t pimping)
told her in order to get to me, gotta f-ck my whole team (this bread gang)
old b-tch tryna get my contact, i don’t backtrack (i don’t go back)
she ask is my feelings the same but i don’t recall that (uh, i don’t know)
black whip, bulletproof (can’t hit sh-t)
bad b-tch, photoshoot (bad)
these n-ggas tellin’ interviews (12)
i’m d-gg-n’ b-tches, scooby doo (urr)
the lean f-ckin’ with my att-tude (whoa)
out of sp-ce, different alt-tude (up there)
my side b-tch stuck, superglue (she glued)
you a square like a rubik’s cube (young savage)
this cartier bracelet not for cuffin’ b-tches, uh (but it’s shinin’ though)
i got three phones, i’m gettin’ good at shushin’ b-tches (shut up)
i came from mercury to memphis, i’m an alien (i’m an alien)
and i’m always d-gg-n’ b-tches, pomeranian (urr), ugh, ugh

[verse 3: yella beezy]
you can ask about lil yella, they’ll tell you i’m the truth
yeah lil mama said she poppin’ so i told her bring the crew
i told my n-gga bring the liquor, we gon’ see what these hoes do
a box of swishers and some skittles, we gon’ get these lil hoes loose
b-tch i’m tony conway’s son, yeah you heard i got the juice
yeah i’m tryna have some fun, get behind that b-tch, caboose
topped some b-tch and made her run, yeah i keep it in the loot
if that b-tch ain’t gon’ turn up i’ma give that b-tch the boot
aw, aw, yeah i’m a savage
young jiggalo, f-ckin’ hoes like my daddy
make the p-ssy roll, got that -ss from your mammy
say they call that b-tch kool-aid, so a n-gga started jammin’, aw

- yella beezy lyrics

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