Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song HOE House , by - Moneybagg Yo. Release date: 10.08.2017
Song language: English
HOE House |
| I issue dope out of my ho house |
| I count money and blow smoke out |
| I fuck groupies, I sell shows out |
| I lost niggas, I pour more out |
| Ain’t your business, stay in your lane |
| Ayy don’t speak on shit you don’t know 'bout |
| All that back and forth talkin' |
| If it’s real beef then shots gos out, yeah |
| That’s just how I feel about it, that’s just how I’m feelin' |
| I’m cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling |
| Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time, you ain’t mine |
| Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain’t my kind |
| You ain’t my kind, pussy stand in line |
| Don’t call my phone, when you do I hit decline |
| See shots gon' go out, they gon' ask me 'bout my whereabouts |
| I was at my ho house with my dick all in that ho mouth |
| Icebox got my wrist froze, on me seafood, I’m at Pappadeaux |
| I got my lil young bitch, mouth wide open, trap don’t ever close |
| I got my lil niggas on some hot shit, ridin' with dracos |
| If they catch a charge don’t worry 'bout it, bonds I make those |
| Thumbin' through these pesos in the bando with Big Dandro |
| I went crazy in Guns N Ammo, I must think I’m Rambo |
| Through money, guns, and crime, BGE, yeah that’s my famo |
| I handle wicks like a candle |
| Pull a drive-by out a Lambo |
| I issue dope out of my ho house |
| I count money and blow smoke out |
| I fuck groupies, I sell shows out |
| I lost niggas, I pour more out |
| Ain’t your business, stay in your lane |
| Ayy don’t speak on shit you don’t know 'bout |
| All that back and forth talkin' |
| If it’s real beef then shots gos out, yeah |
| That’s just how I feel about it, that’s just how I’m feelin' |
| I’m cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling |
| Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time, you ain’t mine |
| Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain’t my kind |
| Indictment time, niggas out here droppin' dimes |
| I’m somewhere layin' low with my feet up on recline |
| Don’t pay no mind, I’m just worried 'bout me and mine |
| You wasn’t straight from the start |
| You a fraud, I peeped the signs |
| You lil niggas so behind |
| You need to catch up like Heinz |
| Diamonds, ooh they shinin' |
| Invested fifty in my time |
| I walk in Christian Loub’s, spike on my shoe like porcupine |
| Hitters in the trap spot, holdin' choppers, lookin' out blinds, yeah |
| I’m on the grind, ooh I been runnin' up iron, yeah |
| My watch ain’t regular, I got them pointers in mine |
| I got a ho that’s a dime, she never get out of line |
| She know if she say the wrong thing or speak out of turn |
| She can get fired |
| I issue dope out of my ho house |
| I count money and blow smoke out |
| I fuck groupies, I sell shows out |
| I lost niggas, I pour more out |
| Ain’t your business, stay in your lane |
| Ayy don’t speak on shit you don’t know 'bout |
| All that back and forth talkin' |
| If it’s real beef then shots gos out, yeah |
| That’s just how I feel about it, that’s just how I’m feelin' |
| I’m cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling |
| Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time, you ain’t mine |
| Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain’t my kind |