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letra de hoes be goin - sicko mobb

[hook]
these hoes be goin, f-cking on anybody in town
catch me in traffic, see how a young heavy roll around
my team toting you hear that pow pow pow sound
i up a oochie now yo b-tch wanna do me
these hoes be goin, f-cking on anybody in town
catch me in traffic, see how a young heavy roll around
my team toting you hear that pow pow pow sound
i up a oochie now yo b-tch wanna do me

[verse 1: lil trav]
say being sober, i can’t take it with lil reese
and we just rolled up, sit back, get kushy
hoes hold up, relax come with me
then we get freaky, her face expression cheesy
dis ain’t wat you want bro, lets go get some ‘tron bro
a lot of these n-ggas hatin on me, they be actin h0m-
catch they -ss in the store buying sh-t for low low
im sorry but yo -ss is b-tter with that fake -ss polo
it’s turn up time follow me
fleest hat in my louie
all the hoes they like my dance
get these hoes up off of me
rockin in my burberry, kush so strong i fall asleep
broke -ss n-gga can’t talk to me. we be poppin mollies
i go with eaters, [?] so im geeked
caught her on cheaters, f-cking on the whole team
i had to leave her, she a sl-t for a grammy
i might f-ck these hoes, don’t make me beat or bust these hoes

[verse 2: lil ceno]
riding round with sicko nem, yes we be totin sh-t
we be goin crazy, we so bipolar b-tch
im rockin in my gucci
flossin in my louie
and out west wit the sh-ts yo b-tch wanna screw me
im in the booth with flocka, that 4-5 go blocka
these hoes they be choosin, but they f-ck around and eat the malt ball
b-tch my team been winnin since the very beginning
but its time to get to this money, these hoes ain’t worth sh-t man
i be getting money, they call me lil ceno
she hopped in da veeno and she did all the denos
everyday’s a sicko way and im screamin f-ck one trey
all these n-ggas say whats sup and im yelling double cups
these n-ggas know i got the hoes
we f-ck em and they exit tho
otm we flexing b-tch, yeah my team been havin sh-t
i don’t do no flexin sh-t we really do this gucci sh-t
and imam turn up on that ho, but only if she a boogie b-tch

[verse 3: j cash]
this a fiesta
and all my n-ggas ride wit me
we showing oochies
b-tch you know i got it on me
i seen a eater
and she going for the team
you could only neck me please
when i bust then you must leave
truey shirt and robin jeans
tell the clouds to kiss my wings
smokin loud and sippin lean
in the clouds up in my dreams
30 poppers wit them beams
swear to god i love my team
ballin like we won a ring
money ova everything
foreign sh-t, foreign b-tch
skerrin in my foreign whip
these b-tches know im havin sh-t
tell em get up off my d-ck
my life like a movie
my n-ggas totin toolies
cuz i be flexin
catch a opp, with a thot
we hittin all dese goffys
b-tch i rep tmg
i f-ck wit del gang
so dont f-ck wit me
sicko mobbin, yeah they go skiii
my n-ggas holdin and these b-tches goin!!

- sicko mobb

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