Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hoochies , by - Giggs. Song from the album Now Or Never, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 05.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: NO BS
Song language: English
Hoochies |
| In the mirror Hollowman that true reflection |
| Yeah, you can’t trust these bitches in here, use protection |
| Yeah, but they sexy so, fuck it, you should sex them |
| Sushi fest, sushi flexing |
| Pussy good, raw fish, coochie testing |
| Yeah, hoochie mama asking me these goofy questions |
| True she’s blessed, coochie blessings |
| Ghost for like half the day |
| Splash, she’s hosting a fountain |
| Yeah, toast and the marmalade |
| Yeah, house in the mountains |
| Yeah, I toast to a calmer day |
| Still had to roast my accountant |
| And most of them barber yutes hate |
| Most of them doubting |
| Yeah, most of them barber shop whack |
| Most of them jokers (Jokers) |
| Yeah, I called them the barber shop yutes |
| 'Cause most of them loafers |
| Yeah, I rope in the calmest guap |
| Still most of them hopeless |
| Swag down to my Prada socks |
| What chill? |
| Under my loafers |
| Most of them parmesan cheese |
| Take them in doses (Cheesy) |
| Yeah, got all the answer yutes |
| Most of them coaches |
| Yeah, burn up the cockroach |
| Yeah, burn up the roaches |
| Just dropped off my baby mums |
| Then just hail up the broskis |
| I don’t care about awards like that |
| Man’s been broke with some trophies |
| You don’t care about the cause like that |
| So shout the Rashid’s and the Posty’s |
| Food on the end of my fork like that |
| Just tasting tender, I’m cosy |
| Just made hundreds of thousands |
| Just spend ten on some Dolce |
| Just got an M on a low key |
| Mixed up Thor and a Loki |
| Splash some Captain America |
| Hulk, in the jungle I’m Mowgli |
| Them are some phoney riders |
| All them are baloney |
| Don’t care about expensive watches |
| Just blend with the Rollie |
| Yeah, man used to hold that block down |
| MAC 10 in a Stoney |
| Put don in a coma |
| Just man and a homie |
| You thinking it’s football |
| Let them be the goalie |
| Groupie sex, groupie session |
| Block that bitch, sorry babes got no reception |
| Try connect but you won’t get no connection |
| Won’t be texting so don’t come in man’s direction |
| Stupid sket, this dude from Peckham |
| Won’t be made a fool of, straight up learnt his lesson |
| Man’s too smart, won’t be facing no depression |
| 'Cause first she’s straight, then she’s lesbian |
| Yeah, that’s looking rather nice, greedy G’s gotta have it |
| Yeah, they’re cartoons in real life, neeky, straight Roger Rabbit |
| Yeah, just got a car to drive, but got a driver, G’s living lavish |
| And I just got to carve this pie, easy, G’s got the package |
| Yeah, Giggs live the father life, Israel, he’s looking massive |
| Whoa, straight gone Jafar on guys, easy or you’ll get the magic |
| Yeah, my name’s looking hard in lights |
| You’re measly, not easy to manage |
| Yeah, and G’s got the carbon dickoxide, he’s doing damage |
| Exclusive flex, burn and abuse it |
| Turn up the, turn up the music |
| Beat murderer, murder it stupid |
| Eat up the whole thing, then serve him a tooth pick |