| Trenchwerk
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| Nard & B
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| I like me a freaky ho, she bend over, touch her toes
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| It’s still money over hoes, throwin' money, I overdosed
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| All this ice make 'em froze, Chanel coat cold
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| Ain’t lovin' no ho, traphouse never closed
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| That ass look fatter when she come up out them clothes
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| Ooh, whip it like it’s pancake batter on the stove
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| Damn, fucked her too good, now she tryna be my ho
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| I gave her a couple racks and dropped her right off at the store
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| I got me a freaky ho and she work at Blue Flame
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| I turn her 'round and fuck her from the back, that my boo thang
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| She just love to fuck somethin', I love when she give me brain
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| When I stick it in her deep, it look like she in pain
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| She can get what she wanna get, I’m buyin' everything
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| I don’t care that she a ho, she still gettin' claimed
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| Hoodrich, I make it rain, when I fuck, she wear my chain
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| Ass, titties, both the same, I go down like a crane
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| I like me a freaky ho, she bend over, touch her toes
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| It’s still money over hoes, throwin' money, I overdosed
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| All this ice make 'em froze, Chanel coat cold
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| Ain’t lovin' no ho, traphouse never closed
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| That ass look fatter when she come up out them clothes
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| Ooh, whip it like it’s pancake batter on the stove
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| Damn, fucked her too good, now she tryna be my ho
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| I gave her a couple racks and dropped her right off at the store
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| That my freak, that my ho
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| TTG, she trained to go
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| Two bitches, that’s my goal
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| She know how to work that pole
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| Burn down four, she want some more
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| Yeah, I just want that throat
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| Pull up in the foreign and I drive it like it’s stolen
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| Shawty work at Magic City, I know she a pro
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| Fuck it up, ain’t nothin' but some money, here you go
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| She swallow when she suck it, baby, tell me, do you love it?
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| That ass lookin' right, damn, girl, I might just cuff it
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| I like me a freaky ho, she bend over, touch her toes
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| It’s still money over hoes, throwin' money, I overdosed
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| All this ice make 'em froze, Chanel coat cold
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| Ain’t lovin' no ho, traphouse never closed
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| That ass look fatter when she come up out them clothes
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| Ooh, whip it like it’s pancake batter on the stove
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| Damn, fucked her too good, now she tryna be my ho
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| I gave her a couple racks and dropped her right off at the store
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| Trenchwerk |