Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Manners , by - K Camp. Release date: 25.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Manners |
| These Hoes ain’t got no manners, These Hoes ain’t got no manners |
| These Hoes ain’t got no manners, These Hoes ain’t got no manners |
| That bag on me like Santa, That bag on me like Santa |
| That bag on me like Santa, That bag on me like Santa |
| These hoes don’t meet my standards, These hoes don’t meet my standards |
| These hoes don’t meet my standards, These hoes don’t meet my standards |
| These Hoes ain’t got no manners, These Hoes ain’t got no manners |
| These Hoes ain’t got no manners, These Hoes ain’t got no manners |
| I got these hoes, I ain’t talking bout shit |
| Steady creeping round in another nigga vip |
| Tryna' fuck for a bag that’s it, I said these hoes |
| Be the same ones on instagram, think they they running things |
| When in person, bitch, she don’t look the same |
| Playing niggas for the check, burning like a cigarette |
| Stay on the scene, but the mouth so mean she go bust like roulette |
| Really can’t trust these hoes anyway |
| Take her to the bed, I’m a' hit her with the Hardaway |
| Feed her with pennies like my last name Hardaway |
| Heard you cuffing that, boy you really took the heart away |
| These hoes don’t meet my standard, blue benjamin sack like Santa |
| All blue on my head, bandana, lil bitch I ain’t got no manners |
| Louboutin handkerchief to wipe up my bezel |
| Benzes and my Rollie is Pikachu yellow |
| Stendo my clip, nigga shooting at whoever |
| Goldie mouth pimpin' cause hoes I got several |
| Fuck your bitch under a Versace umbrella |
| Double R ghost, inside Versace |
| Bitch eat a dick for a plate of hibachi |
| Hanging with the lows, yea we rolling and rocking |
| On another note, look bitch I’m popping |
| Bitch I got bands in a Santa’s stocking |
| Machine gun called chopper |
| Trap house, lean, lean, lean on a doctor |
| Smoke good gas like a rasta |
| Slanging OG gas no imposter |
| Toss out his bitch |
| Bitch don’t got no manners, we eat steak and lobsters |
| Giuseppe steppin' me and Neiman Marcus |
| 100 bands on me in all my pockets |
| Pocket monster so don’t pocket watch |
| Lost my mind on a molly rocket |