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letra de you a hoe boy - money mafia

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[verse 1:]
let me tell you this my love
scared little b-tch, please
look check this out
i’m one of the realest n-ggas left out there
you think i’m gonna miss my chance of becoming a real n-gga
by telling you who really did it
when i know who did it, but i’m not gonna tell you
cuz i’m gonna take charge
that’s what real n-ggas do
but the game f-cked up out here
you a hoe hoe (hoe hoe)
biggie smalls you a g*nius

[chorus:]
you ain’t bout that life, you a hoe (you a hoe boy)
you ain’t a real n-gga, you a hoe (you a hoe boy)
you ain’t bout that life, you a hoe (you a hoe boy)
instead of talking to them broads, you a hoe (you a hoe boy)

[verse 2:]
you ain’t a real n-gga, you a b-tch (you a b-tch)
p-ssy n-gga why you grabbing your d-ck (p-ssy)
word on the streets, you a snitch (you a snitch)
you got a purse and a dress, you a b-tch (you a b-tch)
n-ggas mad cuz i’m famous, you n-ggas mad cuz you’re not
b-tches mad that i did it again and b-tch is not hot
p-ssy n-gga l1cking when you act cuz you’re fake
you got sugar and your taking you ain’t bustin a drake b-tch

[chorus]

[verse 2:]
said i’m a know
let me shout out
i’m all about a dollar
these n-ggas they out here mad cuz i’m f-ckin they baby mamas
yous a hoe boy
i let em know, boy
i’m here proving you jocking rappers every show boy
now, get off my d-ck cuz i don’t do the fake sh-t
break sh-t from turnt up, turnt up bottles till i face lift
if it go up in this thing, i’ll beat you on my own bottles
n-ggas stuck it for a chick
you just a buster bro model

[chorus]

[verse 3:]
listen, first of all, i don’t f-ck with no f-ck boys
if you hang with them you might be a f-ck boy
my bad, everybody ain’t a real n-gga
i thank god every day cuz i’m a real n-gga
you see this big old 40 glock it will deal with ya
i’m from the south side boy i’ll deal with ya
i’m a street n-gga trying to get a meal ticket
out ya, head first that’s how i live n-gga

[chorus]

[verse 4:]
boy you a hoe but i ain’t talking no garden equipment
you got pure b-tch in your blood
pr-ck his finger and test it
boy you a hoe hoe and a half
you and your armies make me laugh
you ain’t no cl1ck your staff
and your hoes ain’t loyal, organization was spoiled
it was over hoe you all sucked a thomas
you a hoe, you know you’re a hoe
you gave a plug name and confront about it folks

[chorus]

[verse 5:]
first of all, this some real n-gga sh-t
how you trippin on your n-gga when it comes to a b-tch
you a hoe boy, check your hoe boy
play with me n-gga, i’m gonna tag your toe boy
i f-ck with the jackers all the pistol packers
all real n-ggas, ain’t no mother f-cking actors
smoked those hallows, while line follows
b-tch played with my bread
hoe you won’t see tomorrow

[chorus]

[outro:]
scared little b-tch, you a hoe hoe out here

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