| Aye ho, errday a nigga wake up I get dough
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| When I get that, next day get more
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| Go and ask if a nigga on, if ye ain’t sure
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| Everyday I be like yea ho, yeah ho
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| They gon' be like yea ho, yea ho
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| They gon' be like yea ho, yea ho
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| Look I hustle, I’m talkin' like the gang of T.I. |
| I rep for
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| On that gangsta shit, like I was Pac when he was Deathrow
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| King off in these streets, I got it locked cause I won’t let go
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| When they come to Houston, it’s understood it’s the West ho
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| All I knew is get money, flippin' stash and I flip the safe
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| Takin' just a cue bender to find me a plug and put in place
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| They told me it wouldn’t say, P90, same color race
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| If that bitch next to my waist, I cosmetic construct your face
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| Have you looking like a coupe with the top blown
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| Super Bowl like Janet with the top gone
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| Try to go against the Truth, get your shot blown
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| Fuck nigga just fly and get yo block gone
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| Been hot, like the kitchen with the pots on
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| Two door Maybach with the knock on
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| So many stoves over the watch, you think the clock gone
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| I been the shit, haters tryna get their block on
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| Aye ho, errday a nigga wake up I get dough
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| When I get that, next day get more
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| Go and ask if a nigga on, if ye ain’t sure
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| Everyday I be like yea ho, yeah ho
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| They gon' be like yea ho, yea ho
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| They gon' be like yea ho, yea ho
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| Offed 1800, skeet it all
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| Compton up chockin' out off the weed I blow
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| Straight lit like a match top
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| High servin' all day like a trap spot
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| Six shots, yeah, the gas hot
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| Yeah, yo badge hot
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| Young Mac, got 'er opened like a laptop
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| No deal, but I like that apple
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| 2pac with the juice, OG no snap 'em
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| Bitch, you won that raffle, you done got with a winner
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| Compton nigga that love pussy fo' dinner
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| Zig-zag, 2 grams, yeah, cookies is in 'em
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| Ben Rocks in the, got racks in the denim
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| Yeah, I’m rackin' on hangers, rovin' in Rangers
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| Bustin' em danger, plus I stay with 'em bangers
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| Diamond in lane, you know the gang, fool
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| Haters hotter than ice, still I remain cool
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| Aye ho, errday a nigga wake up I get dough
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| When I get that, next day get more
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| Go and ask if a nigga on, if ye ain’t sure
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| Everyday I be like yea ho, yeah ho
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| They gon' be like yea ho, yea ho
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| They gon' be like yea ho, yea ho
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| Boss, all gas and the fast life
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| Saggin' in my trues, pay my dudes, I’m a spazz out
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| Smokin' on some shit outta, I just copped it
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| Bust a cigar other then lick it, seal it and lock it
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| I’m all across the table like a corner pocket
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| I was raised on the corner with a holster rocket
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| You talkin' bout shows, I’m supposed to rock it
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| Muthafuck go to court and their fuck
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| Catch me runnin' through a red light, roof all open
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| Right candy slab but the coupe all pokin'
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| Arm on my hammer, I can’t even much light it yeah
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| Nigga 'll pull up and serve yo ass yo
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| Nigga, where the weed at? |
| I’m headed to the drank house
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| Patch it with a couple of homies and have a drank out
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| Diggin' in my pocket for my dice, pullin' my bank out
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| Since hoes eat dick, I’m mobbin' with my Frank out
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| Aye ho, errday a nigga wake up, I get dough
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| When I get that, next day get more
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| Go and ask if a nigga on, if ye ain’t sure
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| Everyday I be like yea ho, yeah ho
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| They gon' be like yea ho, yea ho
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| They gon' be like yea ho, yea ho |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yeah Hoe , by - Trae Tha Truth. Song from the album Tha Truth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп