Lyrics Hoes Mad (x24) - Robb Bank$

Hoes Mad (x24)

I got all these hoes mad, hoes mad, hoes mad, hoes mad
Mean nigga, make me laugh.
Walk up on you with my mac
(Grrr!)
Yeah (Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!)
Where the pussy niggas at that said I look like a lick?
Yeah
Know I like to play the role I put my tongue on all her clit (Yeah, yeah)
And if I eat you out must got you real clean up between your legs (Yeah)
Take that as a compliment, dont bump my shit if you sensitive
disrespect intellectual son of a bitch
I feed all my killas seafood like they bang Crip
Tell that lip bitch «come here my dear, you know I invented SSET»
On that acid trip trynna make a left but I write too venomous
Left right, left right, twerk something, on sight
If that thot dont pop her pussy when gone shoot her on sight
Hoes mad hoes mad, good girl, I dont like
Big dog, no roof, you a pup, you dig not
She a dog, bitch, no shit you pay her rent or something
You live in a tent like you got booked for Fire Festival
Told that bitch im paid, and im made, girl come and get you some
I’m looking at my egg, bitch im sacrificing all of yall
And I got hoes mad, hoes mad, hoes mad, hoes mad (Get it, get it)
Hoes mad, hoes mad, hoes mad (Get it, get it, get it, blow!)
I got all these hoes mad, hoes mad, hoes mad, hoes mad
(Hoes mad, hoes mad, hoes mad, what, what, what)
Fuck nigga shot at me and died the same way
Police saw his body and they holler «mayday»
Bitch better not call nobody if you see that thing spray
Gotta get a bitch out the projects, just bought me a AK (Yeah)