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letra de dem hoes - ed dolo

[sample: project pat – if you ain’t from my hood]
i don’t know them hoes, i don’t f-ck with them hoes [x2]

[chorus – ed dolo]
rich n-gga f-ckin’ on a bald head ratchet ho
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas who f-ck with n-ggas i don’t f-ck with though
she wanna f-ck whoever high, i guess she heard i mix the blow
she said “don’t i know you from somewhere?” i told her “no you don’t”
rich n-gga f-ckin’ on a long weave sedated ho
trappin’ ass n-gga ducked out with a ratchet rapper ho
i don’t f-ck with hoes that f-ck with hoes that i really want
i heard that b-tch be claim me like i f-ck with her and i really don’t
[verse 1 – ed dolo]
i told that b-tch i wanna f-ck her, truth be told i really don’t
let me get some head or somethin’, truth be told that’s all i want
rich n-gga f-ckin’ on a bald head ratchet ho
i don’t f-ck with hoes that f-ck with hoes that i really want

turnt up in this b-tch, when i walk in i peep the b-tch i want
every n-gga hatin’ on me, i’m probably f-ckin’ the b-tch he want
broke n-gga tryin’ to faux my b-tch, n-gga i betcha don’t
rich n-gga worth like six figures, this the b-tch you want?

how you ‘posed to be my n-gga f-ckin’ with n-ggas i don’t f-ck with though?
i don’t like no popular broke b-tch, that ain’t no b-tch i want
the type to slip the b-tch out with her bestie, then i’m goin’ home
dog ass n-gga, all my hoes tell me i’m dead wrong

[chorus]

[verse 2 – ed dolo]
i told the b-tch i love her, i f-cked the first night, i can’t wife it though
she eatin’ a b-tch, the p-ssy i’m f-ckin’ the front and back my type of ho
trap n-gga, f-ckin’ on a ratchet ass rapper ho
rich n-gga f-ck the b-tch then pass her to my partna though

i don’t f-ck with hoes that f-ck with hoes that i really want
i’m really turnt ain’t no b-tch i can’t f-ck that i really want
let me get some head or somethin’, keep it real that’s all i want
i told the b-tch i’m pullin’ up but truth be told i probably don’t
how you ‘posed to be my b-tch, f-ckin’ with n-ggas you know i don’t?
i told you i’d probably cuff you just to f-ck you and i was dead wrong
trap n-gga she wanna f-ck me because my bread long
dog ass n-gga f-ck yo b-tch then have her head gone

[chorus]

- ed dolo

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