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letra de my h*e - louie ray

[intro: dj jay big]
where the f-ck is my ho? (where?)
vibe dealer, you school for this one
it’s dj jay big
with babyfxce e, louie ray
ooh, put the light on you

[chorus: louie ray]
where the f-ck is my ho? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
where the f-ck is my ho? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
where the f-ck is my ho? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
where the f-ck is my ho? n-gga (where the f-ck is my ho?)
’cause she ain’t even post no pics (why not?)
she ain’t came through, got hit (why not?)
shе ain’t been talkin’ no sh-t (why not?)
b-tch, who the f-ck you been with?
where thе f-ck is my ho? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
where the f-ck is my ho? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
where the f-ck is my ho? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
where the f-ck is my ho? yeah (where the f-ck is my ho?)
’cause she ain’t even post no pics (not none)
she ain’t came through, got hit (not none)
she ain’t been talkin’ no sh-t (not none)
b-tch, who the f-ck you been with? (b-tch, who the f-ck you with?)

[verse 1: louie ray]
where the f-ck is my ho? lost
what i paid for the stones? cost
i ain’t even tryna keep up with her (nope)
i done gave up weeks up with her (sh-t)
i’ma stack my cheese all winter (stack)
i could stuff these beans up in her (stack)
she could suck all the juice out with no straw, she a capri-sun k!ller, yop (d-mn)
i done went trump with the t’s (t’s), i done went coupe with the e’s (e’s)
i done came boat for a whole week, i’m lovin’ the view and the breeze (breeze)
vroom, i done went diamonds on both of my watches, they know i’m that jit with the p’s (i did it)
phone died, i was just gettin’ some head and catchin’ the scene (f-ck)
i brought the gloves, if i gotta catch me a murder, i’m keepin’ it clean (clean)
i got the drank, bro got the hoes, i’ma pull up with some trees (green)
she done forgot what the f-ck she came in here to do ’cause she lookin’ at me (for what?)
i ain’t even trippin’ on how they gon’ love me in rap, i was good in the streets (i swear)
if i brought it back, i was gettin’ my money, my n-gga had kept a receipt (come on)
if i hit a b-tch, i was hittin’ another, some sh-t i had kept on repeat, ayy (sh-t)
i make the money i make double, that’s how i stay on my feet (double)
he blowin’ money, ain’t makin’ no money, he probably gon’ stay with a fee (dumb as h-ll, dog)
he doin’ good, but ain’t gettin’ no farther, he must ain’t been stackin’ his cheese (an e?)
don’t even point or look at my section, i feel like you aimin’ at me (f-ck you lookin’ at?)
he not a part of the sh-t that we makin’, he not on no label with me (d-mn, f-ck is he?)
you can get millions against me or with me, that’s what’s on the table with me (i ain’t trippin’, dog)
[chorus: louie ray]
where the f-ck is my ho? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
where the f-ck is my ho? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
where the f-ck is my ho? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
where the f-ck is my ho? n-gga (where the f-ck is my ho?)
’cause she ain’t even post no pics (why not?)
she ain’t came through, got hit (why not?)
she ain’t been talkin’ no sh-t (why not?)
b-tch, who the f-ck you been with?
where the f-ck is my ho? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
where the f-ck is my ho? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
where the f-ck is my ho? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
where the f-ck is my ho? yeah (where the f-ck is my ho?)
’cause she ain’t even post no pics (not none)
she ain’t came through, got hit (not none)
she ain’t been talkin’ no sh-t (not none)
b-tch, who the f-ck you been with? (b-tch, who the f-ck you with?)

[verse 2: babyfxce e]
where the f-ck is my b-tch at?
lil’ ho won’t give my d-ck back
n-gga run up, push his sh-t back
switchy in the safe with a hundred in the gift bag (yop)
f-ck once, ask where the lyft at
smoke half blunts with my rich ass (n-gga)
five hundred-plus for my b-tch bag (hah)
pour another cup if i get mad
i lay in my bed and i’m still gettin’ money (b-tch)
b-tch give me head and she countin’ it for me (huh)
that n-gga ain’t dead, he better be lucky
turn his ass to a shred in the press of a b-tton (frrt)
seen her ass once, now the b-tch tryna f-ck me
i’m with my ho, so she better be lucky
brodie gon’ blow, so you better not touch me
got me gettin’ off ‘bows, i don’t play with no puppy
[chorus: louie ray]
where the f-ck is my ho? where? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
where the f-ck is my ho? where? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
where the f-ck is my ho? where? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
where the f-ck is my ho? where? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
’cause she ain’t even post no pics (why not?)
she ain’t came through, got hit (why not?)
she ain’t been talkin’ no sh-t (why not?)
b-tch, who the f-ck you been with?
where the f-ck is my ho? where? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
where the f-ck is my ho? where? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
where the f-ck is my ho? where? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
where the f-ck is my ho? where? (where the f-ck is my ho?)
’cause she ain’t even post no pics (not none)
she ain’t came through, got hit (not none)
she ain’t been talkin’ no sh-t (not none)
b-tch, who the f-ck you been with? (b-tch, who the f-ck you with? where the f-ck is my ho?)

[outro: louie ray]
i ain’t wrong for how i do a b-tch, man
i just don’t give her a chance to f-ck me or her over
for sure

- louie ray

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