| They will get you set up on a low low
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| People wonder why I’m movin' so cold
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| I know a ting that’s movin' savage like oh no
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| Don’t trust these hoes
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| Don’t trust these hoes (no no no, no way)
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| Don’t trust these hoes
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| Don’t trust these hoes (ah ah ah, no way)
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| Don’t trust these hoes
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| Don’t trust these hoes (no way)
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| Don’t trust these hoes
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| Don’t trust these hoes
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| She wants a footballer or an entertainer
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| Got a man, but always talks to different strangers
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| Knows all the niggas that’s famous with papers
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| That weren’t the plan, used to do ballet
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| Now she’s twerkin' on the 'gram
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| She’s a model on Insta, but just a hoe for my town
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| And when her boyfriend went jail, she went holdin' him down
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| She’s only 21 turnin' 30
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| Had a bright future but grew up too early
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| The average nigga don’t stand a chance, just them high rollers
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| She don’t like boys her own age, only them fly olders
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| In expensive clothes, don’t get it twisted though
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| Some of the coolest bitches I ever met was hoes
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| She slept on him when he was on the strip selling deets
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| Now he about to blow, she the same bitch on her knees
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| Them hoes get round, know every man on the rep
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| Where they always pop out like an ad on the net
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| Falling for these tings is a no no (no way)
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| They will get you set up on a low low
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| People wonder why I’m movin' so cold
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| I know a ting that’s movin' savage like oh no
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| Don’t trust these hoes
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| Don’t trust these hoes (no no no, no way)
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| Don’t trust these hoes
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| Don’t trust these hoes (ah ah ah, no way)
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| Don’t trust these hoes
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| Don’t trust these hoes (no way)
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| Don’t trust these hoes
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| Don’t trust these hoes
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| He don’t know what he wants, he’s confused
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| Wants to sell down or be a player, he can’t choose
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| Got all the bitches on him when he rolls through the zone
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| But it’s always a problem if she goes through his phone
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| Cause she’s gonna see all the hoes he’s textin'
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| Plus he’s always sleepin' around with no protection
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| Drives a nice car, looks like the niggas winnin'
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| But he’s got bad karma cause he’s always trickin' women
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| But she won’t leave cause of his rep
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| Looks fly, knows that he’s bad for her, slept on those good guys
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| As long as he’s got his health and his wealth
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| He don’t care 'bout no one else but himself
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| He’s only concerned with sells
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| But deep down he knows he can’t go around hurting girls
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| Some of these chicks will get you wrapped on the low
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| And all these hoes never like to act like they’re hoes
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| Don’t trust these hoes
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| Don’t trust these hoes
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| Don’t trust these hoes
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| Don’t trust these hoes (ah ah ah, no way)
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| Don’t trust these hoes
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| Don’t trust these hoes (no way)
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| Don’t trust these hoes
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| Don’t trust these hoes |