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letra de my ho (trained to go) - psy-9

[intro: psylent]
yeah, get money, man
ttgeezus in this b-tch, man
let’s go
aye, my b-tch got that 30 with her too now
south side, west side, what it do?
east side i see you, yeah!
gomen sh-t
shhh, aye!

[hook: psylent]
i just hit a l!ck and pulled off with my ho
ain’t even sign sh-t, i feel like diddy though
you know i’m gettin’ rich, i still keep the pole
don’t even try my b-tch, my ho trained to go (go)
my ho trained to go (go)
my ho trained to go (go)
my ho trained to go
we ballin’, you already know

[verse 1: psylent]
shawty what you think, br-ss knuckles or the ring?
i’m flexin’ on these hoes, polo horse on everything
look like i robbed the store, look like i robbed a bank
i’m shootin’ from the paint, i’m shootin’ point blank
i’m saggin’ like a prisoner, i’m tryna catch a body
i pull up to your sister with a shotty sittin’ shotty
i just popped a molly and i’m comin’ for ya mommy
my pistol got the silence, you won’t do nothin’ about it
that 30 hit your body, you better ask about me
5 bands in my pocket, don’t n0body wanna try me
swear to god you don’t want beef, that uzi put you on a diet
diss me, i slide thru in a mask, like hockey
got 30 clips at the party, my clique be actin’ r-t-rded
i’m throwed off the bacardi, you don’t wanna get me started
act tough around them f-ck arounds, my b-tch startin’ a riot
act tough around them f-ck arounds, you gon’ f-ck around and get bodied
zip em, ho!

[hook]

[verse 2: psylent]
that 9 in her bag, that extendo just in case
i’m boutta do the dash off a bottle and a case
i hop out with the mask, told my b-tch to call the gang
cuz a p-ssy on that trash so we shootin’ at his place
i pull up on a huffy with a shooter on the pegs
you b-tches wanna f-ck me cuz the money that i make
ain’t no topic of discussion, i just wanna f-ck your face
and if that p-ssy lucky i’ma come in like a tank
i cut it like a shank, i cut it like a cake
but this ain’t your wedding day, think you wifey anyway
all i’m worried bout this cash and i get that every day
think just cuz you throw that -ss i’ma throw a couple j’s
i used to be a broke f-ck, now i pull the gun when i post up
you ain’t about that life, i can tell by your diploma
i used to be a broke f-ck, now i pull the gun when i post up
and i ain’t tryna fight, i’m tryna put you in a coma
shhh, ho!

[hook]

[outro: psylent]
yeah, you know, young psylent, man
tell your b-tch follow me on twitter
that mixtape comin’ this summer, stay tuned
i’m too creative for these new rappers, man, yeah (you know that’s my ho)
and i’m really ’bout that sh-t (you know that’s my ho)
i’m on that f-ckin’ trash, b-tch (you know that’s my ho)
let’s get it (that b-tch trained to go)
i’m the hardest out (you already know)
let’s go

- psy 9

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