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letra de hoes aint shit - bandgang javar

[intro: chill]
bandgang

[verse 1: bandgang javar]
bad b-tch got an old n-gga, she was still choosin’
probably unsent her dms, she know you’d lose it
went through her phone while she was sleep, ah, she done blew it
you beat her ass and blocked my number, mm-hmm, i knew it
that’s the reason i don’t trust b-tches
n-ggas be in love, ready to die over these sl-t b-tches (lame)
yeah, my b-tch, you can keep her, sh-t, i ain’t trippin’
i got three more just like her, lights gettin’ thickened
take a b-tch out and make her pay like on h-ll day
you pay for p-ssy, we don’t look at sh-t the same way
i don’t trick on hoes, show ’em how to get they own pape’ (facts)
everytime she make twenty, i get 10k
my b-tch thicker than the glass at the gorilla exhibit
let her tell it, she op, only a couple done hit it
she probably cap, i can’t be with sh-t my fair share of women
hoes throw the p-ssy at you when they see all that chicken (band life)

[chorus: bandgang javar]
these hoes ain’t sh-t, do your homework
don’t buy that b-tch sh-t, stack your own first
f-ck once and cut ’em off, all these hoes worth
drop out her crib, make her drive, i make hoes work
these hoes ain’t sh-t, do your homework
don’t buy that b-tch sh-t, stack your own first
f-ck once and cut ’em off, all these hoes worth
drop out her crib, make her drive, i make hoes work
[verse 2: bandgang javar]
she had you thinkin’ you was crazy, should’ve went with your gut
if i was you, i’d cut her off, focus on runnin’ it up
but you went ham, write me paragraphs like i give a f-ck (lame)
in my dms tryna get into it over a sl-t
ask you to work for dps, taught me a valuable lesson
tried to give that ho the world, she end up blockin’ her blessing
you need money, ask that n-gga you textin’
she still call me every once in a while soundin’ pathetic
one of my hoes be postin’ pics booed up kissin’
long as she bring me that paper, that ain’t none of my business
you can f-ck a hundred n-ggas, you ain’t hurtin’ my feelings
you’d probably see a martian before me and my feelings (never)
these hoes be f-ckin’ with the opps, can’t show ’em where i stay (never)
thought they had a two-man, i had her set to play
made ’em empty out that bag like tsa
they still lookin’ for his k!ller, that’s all i can say

- bandgang javar

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