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letra de hoochie mama - buddy

hoochie mama lyrics
[intro]
this is a public service announcement
i need all the hoochie mamas to report to the dance floor
holla at your boy

[chorus]
i just got some coochie from a hoochie mama
i just got some cat from a hood rat
i just got some coochie from a hoochie mama
i just got some cat from a hood rat
i just got some coochie from a hoochie mama
i just got some cat from a hood rat
i just got some coochie from a hoochie mama
where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?

[verse 1]
yeah, ayy, met her at the swap meet
she was walkin’ knock kneed
told the b-tch top me
i just copped a tall tee, and i got my fitted on
tryna put my n-ggas on, tryna put thе city on
ridin’ on the metro, if you with it let’s go
smokin’ on thе best dro, keep it super ghetto
actin’ like an assh0l-, wonder what they mad for
with the homie castro, tryna get the cash flow
ridin’ with the mexicans, me and money best friends
police ask questions, but they can’t catch him
tryna keep it low key, chevrolet, four deep
all my n-ggas hold heat, poppin’ n-ggas on sight
[pre-chorus]
d-mn, comin’ around the corner, pullin’ up on you, music blastin
cheatin’ on her baby daddy ’cause that n-gga trash
when i throw that money up she shake it a lil’ faster
if she let me f-ck i put that p-ssy in a casket

[verse 2]
yeah, uh, hoochie from the 60s
heard my song with nipsey, now she wanna kiss me
hood rat from grandies, went to centennial
seen me on the video, now she wanna give me those
another b-tch from tragniew, call the coochie shamu
tried to hit in high school, she actin’ brand new
met a b-tch from piru, booty h-lla fat, bro
makin’ sure my next hoe better than my last hoe
b-tch in the hoovers, i don’t wanna lose her
every time she suck my d-ck she doin’ too much
if i ever lose one, bounce back with two, ’cause
b-tches ain’t sh-t but hoes and tricks
ayy
[pre-chorus]
d-mn, comin’ around the corner, pullin’ up on you, music blastin
cheatin’ on her baby daddy ’cause that n-gga trash
when i throw that money up she shake it a lil’ faster
if she let me f-ck i put that p-ssy in a casket

[outro]
if you got a b cup, c cup, double-d cup
let me f-ck
let me f-ck
let me f-ck
let me f-ck

- buddy

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