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letra de necessary trouble - hoochie gawd

[verse]
don’t n0body want yo n-gga
b-tch, he broke and dress atrocious
i walk into every room on c-cky sh-t
i’m braggadocious
even when a b-tch was broke, i had a gang of n-ggas calling
block my old n-gga from philly, when i trip he say i’m drawling
i’m efficient, hoe
i get to the bag, talk my sh-t, and b-tches listen, hoe
don’t f-ck with me on this rap sh-t, cause b-tch i’m gifted, hoe
and i’m from houston so forgive me if i talk too slow
you know how players roll
use an irreverent tone when i talk to these broke ass n-ggas
and i’ll never respect em because my bag is so much bigger
bе for real, how you let a bad b-tch out-trap you?
while you giggling, sh-t ain’t funny, this is not a laughing mattеr
i don’t see no competition cause i k!ll these b-tches easily
you at home like a loser, while yo n-gga tryna link with me
maneuver through these n-ggas with finesse, because they broke
tryna holla out the passenger seat. b-tch, he’s a joke
[chorus]
a-b-c-d-e-f-g, these hoes don’t like me (no they don’t!)
hoes talk tough, but ain’t been to sh-t
i guess we’ll wait and see (no we won’t!)
there’s a mad hoe here and a mad hoe there
here a hoe, there a hoe
everywhere a mad hoe
a-b-c-d-e-f-g, these hoes don’t like me! (no they don’t!)

[verse]
necessary trouble, that’s what you can call me
cause once a n-gga get a taste, he gon flop down to his knees
and he gon’ stay there. that’s my obedient boy
his name gon’ be lil tike, cause i treat him like a toy
b-tch, i’m pretty and spoiled, so i get what i want
i can’t f-ck with no lame ass n-gga that’s gon’ use the word no
queen sh-t n-gga, you know i’m a royal bad b-tch
so when i tell you what i want, you better give me that sh-t
talking sh-t, i am not
better act like you know
i was the underdog then, but b-tch that was before
i got my cute ass on this verse. it’s like i kicked in the door
so what you hoes gon’ do now that y’all got played like a xylophone
actually, i don’t give a f-ck. lemme smoke a blunt before i pack you up
where yo mama at? tell that hoe step up
imma slap her ass if you don’t shut up (ha ha)
make that hoe catch some zs, b-tch (some z’s b-tch!) (hehe)
[chorus]
a-b-c-d-e-f-g, these hoes don’t like me (no they don’t!)
hoes talk tough, but ain’t been to sh-t
i guess we’ll wait and see (no we won’t!)
there’s a mad hoe here and a mad hoe there
here a hoe, there a hoe
everywhere a mad hoe
a-b-c-d-e-f-g, these hoes don’t like me! (no they don’t!)

- hoochie gawd

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