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letra de ho’z be swangin’ - lil' hawk (bloods)

intro: lil’ hawk & ?:

– hey lil’ hawk you got b-tches?
hey what the f-ck you mean do i got b-tches? h-ll yeah i got b-tches, do you got b-tches, n-gga? i’m from the ‘wood, i’mma keep a b-tch, i’m a gangsta, what the f-ck you mean, n-gga?

verse 1:

everywhere a n-gga go, i bust a hoe
lil’ hawk real player, yeah, that’s fo’ sho’
‘fore i stepped in the do’, they was holdin’ n-ggas
i’m from the ‘ville, n-gga, tell that n-gga i’m on a n-gga (woo)
there be so many on me, what i’m supposed to do?
what i’m supposed to say? i’m straight, got a n-gga bool
i don’t know, i might slow it down right there
but right now, it’s from monday to sunday
i do mines, do westside the blood way
i had this b-tch, she liked to bee the gunplay
i used to f-ck her for hours, she had some bomb p-ssy
i f-cked her 50, she got mad that’s when the rats shook me
but i ain’t mad at her, i wasn’t tryin’ to be the husband (naw)
to me, on the b, we was just f-ckin’
and from that year, i ain’t never had her back to love me
she must’ve feeled me, let me know, go and get that money

chorus x4:
that’s why these hoes be sw-ngin’
they know my sh-t be bangin’

verse 2:

i know this little thick b-tch from around the way
she wasn’t roxanne but sh-t she was shanté
she had the bombay, a bubble ass and fat titties
one look, had the mothaf-ckas rack big
i was smokin’ a blunt that’s when she walked up
she had to hit a n-gga sh-t, man, i’m about to f-ck
if i what, no sh-t, is that way?
i beat that mothaf-ckin’ p-ssy up all night
and to k!ll it, you should’ve seen this b-tch pretty lips
her tongue game it was brazy, the way she hit the tip
that sh-t, had a n-gga like “godd-mn”
but i was just on the wam bam, thank you, ma’am
she wanted more of this sh-t, she liked the n-gga style
she even offered the help, to make the money pile
she knew just how to pull a smile on my face
i f-cked her from the back, hold her by the waist

chorus x4:

that’s why these hoes be sw-ngin’
they know my sh-t be bangin’
verse 3:

i ain’t even put a ten on ’em, b-tches love me
they ain’t even touch a n-gga, suck my d-ck and f-ck me
when they close they eyes, they like to fantasize
’cause when i do f-ck ’em, i let the hammer dry
i ain’t ever had a b-tch say my sh-t was weak (never)
and i done had some bad b-lls now a super freak
i ain’t ’bout to name drop ’em, they know what’s poppin’
or squabble, it’s nothin’, i let my d-ck mop ’em
they say they love my gangsta ways and now i represent
you already know fo’ sho’, 104%
it can’t be no other way, don’t play me with the funnies
act like a brazy uzi, spray me with the money
you know yo’ boy ain’t a dummy, you know i be on it
come put you on the end, get it how you want it

chorus x4:

that’s why these hoes be sw-ngin’
they know my sh-t be bangin’

outro:

do i got b-tches? n-gga, yo’ b-tch is my b-tch, the f-ck you mean, n-gga? f-ck this n-gga think this sh-t is? old mystery-ass n-gga
– come on, lil’ hawk, you can’t get at me like that
n-gga, get the f-ck outta here!
– n-gga, lil’ hawk be spittin’ that real west coast sh-t

- lil hawk bloods

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