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letra de pimpoligy - hell razah & 4th disciple

[intro: h-ll razah]
yeah, g’s up n-gga, hoes down n-gga
uh, yeah, g’s up n-gga, hoes down n-gga
you know how it is, she is connin’ you
yeah, yeah, new york, california, wherever
what the f-ck is ya, h.b.d.?

[chorus: h-ll razah & 7th amb-ssador]
chickens come, and chickens go
we beat that p-ssy everytime we on the roll
ya need to stop, ho, protecting these hoes
just he i’m troopin, then, let the p-ssy go
cuz a ho could never ever be a housewife
so don’t try to do so
you are better off livin’ ya life
on gettin’ that dough

[h-ll razah]
she was ya main chick, the one you walked in the rain with
the one you cooked up and chopped up ya cocaine with
you depended on stickin’ my d-ck up in the thong
could of been ya baby mom, if she didn’t do wrong
started listenin’ to snakes in the garden
i beg ya pardon, had t-tties that’ll triple the size of dolly parton
had the thuggish n-gga broke and hardege, droolin’ and starvin’
suckin’ my d-ck while ya n-ggas was kissin’ and slobbin’
batman and robin, put her in a threesome, manage-a-trois
she f-ck n-ggas just to drive their car
bettin’ that, smellin’ like strawberries, the more the merry
even brought her best friend so i can bust her cherry
they both came, baby oiled and ready
-ss split like a machete, i had them tossed up in my telly
she knew dreddy and the rest of the sunz
three o’clock, swallowed my c-m, my frankfurter laid in her buns
industry chicks, who bone n-ggas only with whips
gettin’ open off the karats that was lit on ya wrist
straight groupie, who love givin’ rappers the coochie
wanna be in video scenes strippin’ for more c.r.e.a.m

she addicted to the d-ck morphine, at eighteen
this is for all the b-tches and hoes who ain’t queens

[hook 2x: h-ll razah]
hit the road, b-tch
and gimme back all my dough, my dough, my dough
hit the road, b-tch
and gimme back all my dough

[h-ll razah]
i thought i told you, never trust a chick that hold you
it be the money that you get that make them wanna bone you
when you hit it good, they wanna own you
get ya address, ya age and ya phone mobile
and don’t know you, lookin’ f-ckable, but gullable
b-tt naked, and loveable
same chick i hit, son, i seen huggin’ you
never trust no, chickens or hoes
trynna find out my beeper code so they can put me in the sleeper hold
gotta stay on my tippiest toes, a sweet rose’ll
put ya in ya grave clothes, if you outta ya zone
she be the same one that get ya d-ck up on the bones
sticks and stones keep ya waitin’ for ya chick to come home
+where my girls at?+ like 702
you spend ya money on daily, but still givin’ head to my crew

[chorus]

[outro: h-ll razah]
ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
my n-gga goldie, what what, h-ll razah
yeah, yeah, g’s up n-gga, hoes down n-gga
7th amb-ssador, yeah, baghdad, what
ah, yeah, that’s how it go down
ghetto government, ah

- hell razah 4th disciple

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