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letra de hey hoe - the po' folks

[verse 1: young who?]
feel the mix, i feel your hips
but you get too close, i might steal your tips
three cold brews and a glass of yak
i might drool in my hands and give that ass a smack
f-ck the cheap, get off my meat
unless you plan to use it to floss your t–th
i ain’t gotta wear gucci clothes
to have confidence to step to the bougie hoes (b-tch)
why you actin’ like you p-ssed perfume?
either give up the room or be out my room
we gotta pop the freaky sh-t off soon
’cause the chick at the desk said be out by noon
hack or don’t, or grab your coat
no time to laugh at jokes, or pass the smokes
and by the timе i smoke it to the bunk, this place bеtter be filled with hoes and sl-ts

[hook: young who?]
hey hoe, hey hoe, hey hoe
you know who we talkin’ to
why you wanna walk away like you don’t know your name?
hey hoe, hey hoe, hey hoe
you know who we talkin’ to
why you wanna walk away like you don’t know your name?

[verse 2: guilty simpson]
yeah, uhh
your time’s up, make your mind up
you don’t know what, let us toss it up
don’t give a f-ck, could be blunt with ya
f-ck up your drywall when i come hit ya
whether face heavyweight
get brain from a hoe then i meditate
set it straight when this d-ck make ’em levitate
might eat that when i’m just that high (ew, that’s gross!)
i’m that type of guy
nasty, filthy, aids can’t k!ll me
scully bangkok, make it hot in the middle of a blizzard
blow up the spot, the d-ck layer
lay d-ck to your calf, dream like sega
make a b-tch walk home, hoe, see ya later
tell your man you ain’t sh-t, i’m an instigator
[hook: young who?]
hey hoe, hey hoe, hey hoe
you know who we talkin’ to
why you wanna walk away like you don’t know your name?
hey hoe, hey hoe, hey hoe
you know who we talkin’ to
why you wanna walk away like you don’t know your name?

[verse 3: kon artis]
look, b-tch, i done heard enough
it ain’t bad enough, my nerves all bent
it ain’t bad enough that you suck d-ck and drop your jaw on the side of a brand new bentley
please, princesses ponder this (what?)
it’s simply senseless to follow this
the reason they call you a b-tch is because you a b-tch
ain’t nothin’ else to say about it (what!?)
you can’t go a motherf-ckin’ day without it
in high school, you hit on every girl that i met
there ain’t no reason for you to be deceiving
and have [?] believing that you don’t go seeming ([?])
pick from the two (f-ck you)
f-ck me, b-tch? f-ck you
you trick, see, loot, me gut you
me bust nut, you do [?]

- the po folks

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