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letra de rich fam x i dont love these hoes - locoguap

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yo. i heard this n-gga say he got shot with cupids arrow, and hes in love
n-ggas get shot everyday b. pull your skirt down

i dont love these hoes 4x

looch kilo:

yo listen b-tches be trippin
so i put my foot out
her ex man trynna front wolverine get pulled out
heard they want beef
welcome to the cook out
they wanna shoot hands
my choice would be a shoot out
but f-ck it why, cause my n-gga think more of me
its rich f-ckin fam
that’s why they go to war for me
yall n-ggas living like
extremely awfully
back hand your wife cause she can’t keep hers off of me
holdin down my town
shout my n-gga jimmy hayes
threw him two pounds
now my n-gga gettin paid
shout my right hand
that’s my n-gga shayroy
f-ckin hoes you have not
he a play boy
shout my n-gga drills
don’t he’ll doubt that i pack it
remember when he let me stash 10 pounds in his attic
last but not least
shout my n-gga b-man
r.i.p. rest to the t–th
and i miss you, like my first pistol
you died too soon, and you had a kid too
bryan uhh b man nuiniese
and free the homie flags
dead 5 still got 2 years

i dont love these hoes 4x

jimmy hayes :

a pretty mouth say dirty words
a hungry n-gga f-ck thirtsy birds
and i dont know who to trust
said i only did it once and one time was enough
how many hoes try to play me for a sucka
and i be chillin with all the n-ggas that f-cked her
i guess some things can’t be explained or make sense
like dumb b-tches giving brain
but still it happens all the time doe
i had to learn that some things are outta my control
i dont want you i want s-x
nothin more nothin less, no drama no stress
live your life girl cause ain’t no one go live it for you
but if you go live it baby live it loyal
i swear i dont love these hoes
everywhere i go all the wrong b-tches getting spoiled

i dont love these hoes 8x

young mel:

i make money, money dont make me
these hoes chill as a chill out in a/c
smokin on the face see
cause my weed fluffy
like the m-ffins in the bakery, no pastries
and long island im willin on the main street
what yall n-ggas take me for
piff game made you, it made me more
f-ck the game i ain’t ea sports but this how
mother f-ckrs trick tree tores
i hold alot of weight think you can call me rick ross
my n-gga looch k!llo
a f-ckin big boss i came in the game, flavor like hot sauce
you f-gs
on the rebound, call em chris bosh
i came in the game, i handlin right, tell your b-tch she can handle the pipe
alot of n-ggas can’t handle my life
puusys f-cking with p-ssys i ain’t f-cking with dyk-s

i dont love these hoes 18x

- locoguap

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