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    Fuck these hoes, I just hit ‘em then I flee ‘em
    ‘Cause I know hoes fuckin’ for some lime-a-ritas
    Think I’m cuffing, you don’t know me ho
    Yeah we can chill, and we can fuck, and we can smoke this dope
    Other than that, you don’t get nothin’ but a lil conversation
    ‘Cause we cool but we ain’t that cool
    Bitch I ain’t really got no patience
    For no ho shit

    Learned that back in oh-six
    Fell in love, I went to jail
    She ain’t hold me down, I was so sick
    Nowadays I been in the trap, gettin’ them racks
    Watch ‘cause the cops kickin’ doors down
    And made money, the bitch she ain’t been on my mind
    ‘Cause I ain’t really worried ‘bout no hoes now
    Lately I been over there in mix
    Stayin’ down, tryna get a brick

    Stayin’ strapped with my four pound
    Nigga just said he got a lick
    Say he know the boy with the shit
    Hell yeah I’m on go now
    I’m rappin’, I’m trappin’, I’m singin’, I’m smashin’, your girl wanna have me (that’s her)
    I hit my plug like I’m ready and he come at me with the package (that work)
    I’m smokin’, I’m drinkin’, I’m leanin’, but don’t ever think that I’m lackin’ (hell nah)
    Here go the answers to all of the questions I know you gon’ ask me (ask me)

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    Fuck these hoes, I ain’t really on they time
    You ain’t money bitch, then you ain’t on my mind
    I been rappin’, I been trappin’, I been stackin’, never lackin’
    Bitch I’m strapped, go ask this judge, you think I’m lyin’
    Fuck these hoes, I ain’t really on they time
    You ain’t money bitch, then you ain’t on my mind
    I been rappin’, I been trappin’, I been stackin’, never lackin’
    Bitch I’m strapped, go ask this judge, you think I’m lyin’

    Niggas actin’ like they trappin’, they be fraudin’
    Never sold no crack, on tracks like I got hard an’
    I bet that you don’t even know a plug
    Faking for these bum bitches, man we know what’s up
    Niggas do anything for a buzz now
    See it’s cool to act like you sell drugs now
    ‘Til you really in the field and a nigga get killed

    Now you point your fingers, tellin’ to the judge now
    You a rat in the hood, no thug now
    In the club they don’t show you no love now
    Bum bitches ain’t tryna let you fuck now
    Nigga shoulda stayed in your lane, you on the bus now
    Ho shit, I ain’t never on no ho shit
    I’m a real nigga, I be on my dope shit

    Trap star, got it tatted on my knuckles nigga
    All I know is hustle, I’ll never trust no bitch
    I swear I’ll never change on my niggas
    No matter what, I’ll be the same with my niggas
    Keep gettin’ all this fuckin’ change on my niggas
    I don’t give a fuck if it ain’t ‘bout my niggas

    Fuck these hoes, I ain’t really on they time
    You ain’t money bitch, then you ain’t on my mind
    I been rappin’, I been trappin’, I been stackin’, never lackin’
    Bitch I’m strapped, go ask this judge, you think I’m lyin’
    Fuck these hoes, I ain’t really on they time
    You ain’t money bitch, then you ain’t on my mind
    I been rappin’, I been trappin’, I been stackin’, never lackin’
    Bitch I’m strapped, go ask this judge, you think I’m lyin’

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    Composición: PnB Rock

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