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[a.k.a. fR€$H]


"Bytches N Hoes"
[feat. Gudda Gudda]


[Verse 1:]
I'm realer than, to rest,
Know a nigga fly
Ain't it silly now
But I'm a women by, I'm talking bout sex you,
Maybe bout lane, told her I'm a text her,
'Cause baby I'm single, see mama resignation
Daddy was a dog, papa was a pimp, baby daddy explains it all.
So when it comes to bros it's true I'm known to keep the kind of fool,
I tell em you can visit, only if it's kind your goal.
Running ain't a issue won't stack it instead of spinning,
So track in the fact pretended, this is matching with every fit it,
They asking about the liquors and massive the mouse I'm sipping,
Asking when employees start granting about permission
Everybody know I run it to my writer poker hunts,
So I live the top down like a broken promise.
Words don't understand how a jacket just cause I'm honest
I ain't the type of throw George Washingtons on a woman, nah.
My money is straight like my headline no,
Got my future looking brighter than the L Brown note,
See first I grab a hoe in cuddle, guess I'm off the gutter
We got this hoes running back and forth like the shutter.

[Hook:]
One time for these bitches, two times for these hoes,
Is money over both, you know how the game go, ohh ohh
I count it up to spend it all,
And first we count it then my niggas ball.
They go three times for the drinkers, four times for the drug,
Cost money to get both, you know how the game go.
I count it up and spend it all,
And first we count it then my niggas ball.

[Verse 2:]
They go money over bitches, money over hoes bro
Put em on the stro, PS3 game I control, huh
Yeah get her to the crib and know she not even her soul but
Face in my lap I make her bite down like a cobra,
Sober, if you love her better leave her home doll
Cause I'm the reason why you callin in the phone off,
Fly nigga but I still keep it gangsta,
Keep this women in the bed, let it down like a prankie
She go down like she sinking, I'm back up and she singin,
Like Mariah. My name is Gudda, but she call me Messiah.
I'm a rider, looking like these other lane niggas
In the all white ghost hungin up the lane nigga
Sipping on that killer call it purple rain nigga
I'm a double star phone white cup yeah nigga
Every other day I'm with another chick,
Married to the money you can keep it bitch.

[Hook:]
One time for these bitches, two times for these hoes,
Is money over both, you know how the game go, ohh ohh
I count it up to spend it all,
And first we count it then my niggas ball.
They go three times for the drinkers, four times for the drug,
Cost money to get both, you know how the game go.
I count it up and spend it all,
And first we count it then my niggas ball.

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