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‌left a valuable hoe - your stepdad lyrics

[intro]
(bop, bop, bop)
yeah, ayy, ayy
uh (bop, bop, bop)
(frrt, bop, bop, bop)
yeah, ayy, ayy
uh, yeah (bop, bop, bop)

[chorus]
if you wanna be with the boy, you should know where to go
elf ass b*tch ain’t finding my gold
spending my valuable time with hoes
spending my time with valuable hoes
treating that ho like mary and joseph, sh*t, yeah
[verse]
you know how they get when you touch they soul
cut her off, i want her back, i get her back, i chase the hoes (bop, bop, bop)
i did her wrong, but can’t let go
she said “don’t chase these basic hoes, at least get you some grateful hoеs” (bop, bop, bop)
yeah, i don’t wanna waste my time, bе verbal
simply state your motive, d*mn
b*tch, i need some closure
lowkey, need you far from me
highkey, i just want you closer
my bread longer than the eye can see (bop, bop, bop, bop)
the richer i get, the more at peace
all my gang getting twenty a piece
all my fanboys talk at once, yeah

[chorus]
and if you wanna be with the boy, you should know where to go
elf ass b*tch ain’t finding my gold
spending my valuable time with hoes
spending my time with valuable hoes
treating that— (uh)

[chorus]
stayin’ up in the night, i was hopin’ and prayin’
none of my n*ggas was checkin’ on me
now they checkin’ to see if it’s checks in the mail
how ’bout you run up a check for yourself?
i don’t wanna feed no grown ass man
i don’t wanna teach no grown ass man
repeatin’ myself only make me madder
quality shorty, that’s all that matter (yeah)
[verse]
tryna go back to the n*gga i was (gang), i miss those days, ayy*ayy
puffin’ away, i need me a buzz to deal with the pain, to deal with the rain
maybe enticin’ to heal my pain
maybe a new b*tch’ll make it better
maybe a cuban’ll make it better
maybe i’m stupid for chasin’ weather
tryna go back to the n*gga i was, i miss those days, sheesh
who am i kidding? share my love, she said, “good riddance”
i don’t get love from the female species, that’s why all my songs sound written
shorty been fillin’ the void, i never avoid her
brand new— (ayy)
brand new b*tch for the brand new order
b*tch in the whip, she never record me
live in the moment, that media corny
tryna go back to the n*gga i was
i don’t feel good if my mind ain’t buzzed
i don’t feel safe, where the f*ck my bl!ck?
gang, maybe enticin’ to heal my pain
maybe a new b*tch’ll make it better
maybe a cuban’ll make it better
maybe i’m stupid for chasin’ weather, gang (yeah)

[chorus]
stayin’ up in the night i was hopin’ and prayin’
none of my n*ggas was checkin’ on me
now they checkin’ to see if it’s checks in the mail
i had a— (uh, gang)
yeah, i don’t wanna teach no grown ass man
i don’t wanna feed no grown ass man
repeatin’ myself only make me madder
quality shorty, that’s all that matters (gang, ayy)

- your stepdad lyrics

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