| I don’t love these hoes, don’t need these hoes for nothin'
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| I run these hoes, I bleed these hoes and love it
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| But fuck it, though, my gun explode, I’m bussin'
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| I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnids comin'
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| I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnids comin'
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| Shit, I don’t love these hoes, I bleed these hoes and love it
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| Bitch, I got money goals, I keep these hunnids comin'
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| Money goals, bitch, keep these hunnids comin'
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| I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnid’s comin'
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| I don’t love these hoes, I bleed these hoes for nothin'
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| I don’t love these hoes, I bleed these hoes
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| Hunnids like the gun I load, I keep mine on
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| Mighta had to swing on hoes on Figaro
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| Put my bitch on cheetah mode, that feline soul
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| Scratch a bitch you can’t catch a trick
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| Million dollar game in my Kapernicks
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| Only spit the game out in fragments
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| Spit that yoga flame out that mackin' clip, oh, I-I
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| I don’t trust 'em, never love 'em, no discussion
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| Let my main bitch buss 'em, I’on never let her fuck 'em
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| I don’t love 'em, never trust 'em, let my main bitch buss 'em
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| Blue hunnids, keep 'em coming, Mr. R, motherfucker
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| I don’t love these hoes, don’t need these hoes for nothin'
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| I run these hoes, I bleed these hoes and love it
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| But fuck it, though, my gun explode, I’m bussin'
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| I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnids comin'
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| I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnids comin'
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| Shit, I don’t love these hoes, I bleed these hoes and love it
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| Bitch, I got money goals, I keep these hunnids comin'
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| Money goals, bitch, keep these hunnids comin'
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| I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnid’s comin'
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| I don’t love these hoes, I bleed these hoes for nothin'
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| Like, I don’t need these hoes, I’m embarrassed
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| Like menstrual, I’ll bleed these hoes, period
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| Ask me what kinda jeans I’m on, Amiris
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| Walk in with my gun exposed, I’m fearless
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| Clearly, lately feeling like the realest nigga
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| Choppas with bananas, yeah, Magilla Gorilla
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| Bitch, I think I’m Frank Lucas, dope dealer, chinchilla
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| Or I might be Joe Louis, bitch, where your antennas?
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| I don’t trust 'em, never love 'em, no discussion
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| Let my main bitch buss 'em, I’on never let her fuck 'em
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| I don’t love 'em, never trust 'em, let my main bitch buss 'em
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| Blue hunnids, keep 'em coming, Mr. R, motherfucker
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| I don’t love these hoes, don’t need these hoes for nothin'
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| I run these hoes, I bleed these hoes and love it
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| But fuck it, though, my gun explode, I’m bussin'
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| I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnids comin'
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| I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnids comin'
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| Shit, I don’t love these hoes, I bleed these hoes and love it
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| Bitch, I got money goals, I keep these hunnids comin'
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| Money goals, bitch, keep these hunnids comin'
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| I got money goals, bitch, keep these hunnid’s comin'
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| I don’t love these hoes, I bleed these hoes for nothin' |