| Where the real niggas at? |
| I’m try’na locate y’all
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| Not you tender dick niggas that be lettin' these hoes play y’all
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| Gotta pay her rent so you can come with us to go play ball
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| Wish a hoe would try to make me pay, I slap a hoe face off
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| Ain’t no love for these bitches, ain’t no need to be friends
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| Like I’m from squad, put 'em in a coffin is what they need to be in
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| Niggas say they left handed, I know their knowledge ain’t right
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| They don’t practice what they preachin', that shit done come from the lie
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| All these pussy ass niggas in my face
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| Scared of me, but too pussy to try to put me in my place
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| Try to jump me, then I keep an unjumpable in my waist
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| Everybody dead and gone, ain’t no witnesses in my case
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| Fuck a video shoot, fuck an award ceremony
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| Ain’t winning shit anyway, unless a rapper run up on me
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| I got love for Mo City Texas, that’s my hood my nigga
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| But if it’s fuck me, fuck you too, and it’s all good my nigga
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| I don’t do no hand shaking, no tellin' what you been touchin'
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| So they be like we love Z-Ro music, but motherfuck him
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| Motherfuckers will piss on your legs and tell you it’s rain
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| They hate me cause I tell the truth, ain’t scared to tell you you lame
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| You fellas is he hoes (he hoes, yeeeah)
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| Wish I could shoot you like free throw (free throw, yeeah)
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| I don’t need no new amigos (amigos)
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| 1 deep winning like I hit up the casino (casino)
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| And then they wonder why my attitude is fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
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| Representing for Sandra Bland, my attitude is fuck the law, fuck the law
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| And everytime you lie to me homie
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| It’s a target on your eye to me homie
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| Always talkin' dry to me homie
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| Wanna do a drive by on me, don’t they?
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| Now you already know I already know you a fraud ass nigga
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| You can’t borrow nothin', you need to get a job ass nigga
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| Always layin' down, you need to stand up
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| They passin' out bricks in hustle class, you need to hold your hand up
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| Always sayin' something about somebody, nobody ass nigga
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| Only nobody is listening, somebodies can’t hear you
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| You gotta be out of space to beef with Z-Ro
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| Come fuckin' with me, I’mma run your pockets, bitch I’m D-Bo
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| You fellas is he hoes (he hoes, yeeeah)
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| Wish I could shoot you like free throw (free throw, yeeah)
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| I don’t need no new amigos (amigos)
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| 1 deep winning like I hit up the casino (casino)
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song He Hoes , by - Z-Ro. Song from the album Drankin' & Drivin', in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп