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letra de thick hoes - ydk jay

yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch yeah
yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch yeah
yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch yeah
yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch
yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch yeah
yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch yeah
yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch yeah

i need a bad thick b-tch i ain’t tryna f-ck unless the b-tch, i just walk in the spot and seen the hoe movin’ d-mn the b-tch got class. she just want a real n-gga with some money she gone make it clap for the cash, i just cut the hoe off i ain’t really trippin’ bout a b-tch i already had
nah this sh-t no cap she callin’ my phone beggin’ for the d-ck on a monday, this b-tch need jesus, f-ck on the b-tch and knock her ass to church on a sunday, ain’t no playin’ both sides so you better choose cause this sh-t can only go one way, b-tch i’m tryna chill i ain’t tryna talk i cut the hoe off she was two face
my diamonds they hit in dark when i walk b-tch i’m shining bright like a disco, if i wanna get high i’ma roll me a wood b-tch i can f-ck with the dispo. this lil b-tch classy and nasty but she f-ckin’ a street n-gga, tell that f-ck n-gga i don’t want the hoe i kick her out and let the streets hit her
h-ll nah i ain’t i paying for the p-ssy if i want her i f-ck her for free, she ain’t give you no p-ssy? i wonder why, probably cause she gave it to me
i might fly out to cali b-tch i’m gettin’ high today, high as the f-ck i might fly away, think i’m finna have a heart attack b-tch i seen that sh-t from a mile away (god d-mn)

d-mn she nasty, make that b-tch give me top without asking she tryna f-ck b-tch we make it happen she throw that ass in my lap i’ma slap it. (ok lets go)
d-mn she nasty, i’m tellin’ the b-tch i ain’t askin’ i might hit me a l!ck and then empty the clip got my gun in the park i’m jurassic

that b-tch givin’ good head (lets go) i call that lil b-tch a head doctor yeah fasho, i’m tryna run up this check by tomorrow i need me a hundred bands for the show. i f-ck her so good made her tap out beat it again then i’m blowin’ her back out, i kick her out then i’m back on the road on the way to the tre tryna see what they hype bout
nah i ain’t tryna conversate if we ain’t talkin’ bout a f-ckin’ bag, this b-tch really think cause i f-cked i’ma take her out and blow a f-ckin’ bag (she goin’ out sad) my lil brother he was the grind and my big brother steady doing time, i’m steady thinkin’ the world is mine but (yeah yeah i ain’t worried bout that fake ass sh-t). she wanna f-ck cause she see i’m a artist she wanna f-ck cause see i’m shooter, steppin’ on sh-t all my n-ggas some soldiers play with the mob we’ll do ya, lil b-tch i’m n o r f s i d e n-gga, next n-gga move wrong on my block he must wanna d i e n-gga (b-tch lets go)

- ydk jay

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