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drillikid 63opp - all these hoes كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(atl jacob, atl jacob)
(dmac on the f_ckin’ track)
yeah, yeah, yeah (brrt)
ayy, ayy, ayy (boom, boom)
all these hoes, i ain’t lovin’ no b_tch (nah)
huh? what? (ayy, huh)

[chorus]
all these hoes want d_ck, i don’t cuff no b_tch, i pass that fast (skrrt, gone)
stuffed my glock inside these amiris, still tote switches in this bag (grrah, grrah)
caught one lackin’, did him bad, made his stupid ass a hashtag (boom, boom)
i got hoes up in the trap, i got hoes that scam with they dad (stupid)
she ain’t loyal, f_ck her man, sent her back home in a body rag (facts)
fifty rounds up in this k, i bet this b_tch gon’ do him sad (bow)
i ain’t textin’ back no ho, unless she bring me cash or mag (huh?)
i’m just chillin’ in the ‘raq with my mask on, blowin’ gas

[verse 1]
all these b_tches act like demons, but they suck d_ck like they saints (facts)
i done put a opp up in the dirt, i ain’t even blinked (nah)
told that ho to bend it over, made her ride it off the drink (skrrt)
she a setup chick, i know, but i still beat it on the sink (boom)
all my bros got poles like janitors—clean up crew, no trace (gone)
big ass draco in my lap, i ain’t talkin’ lowercase (big d)
sniper gang, we scope from windows, won’t even see our face (boom)
f_ck them blogs and all that talkin’, catch him, do the boy like ace (boom, boom, boom)
[bridge]
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
all these hoes be fake (yeah)
glock got aim, no shake (brrt)
tried to run, too late (huh)
drake sing loud like drake (grrah)
hollow tips gon’ bake (bow)
might catch me a case (boom)
then bail out like gates (ha_ha)

[chorus]
all these hoes want d_ck, i don’t cuff no b_tch, i pass that fast (skrrt, skrrt)
stuffed my glock inside these amiris, still tote switches in this bag (tote it)
caught one lackin’, did him bad, made his stupid ass a hashtag (boom)
i got hoes up in the trap, i got hoes that scam with they dad (facts)
she ain’t loyal, f_ck her man, sent her back home in a body rag (b_tch)
fifty rounds up in this k, i bet this b_tch gon’ do him sad (baow)
i ain’t textin’ back no ho, unless she bring me cash or mag (h_ll nah)
i’m just chillin’ in the ‘raq with my mask on, blowin’ gas (let’s go)

[verse 2]
yeah, opps talk loud, but they never slid
heard his homie died and he still ain’t did sh_t
keep two sticks like i’m tryna go fish
drillikid 63opp, i don’t miss
whole lotta hoes and they all get blocked
gave her some d_ck, now she talkin’ ’bout locks (stupid)
told that ho stop playin’, you not my thot
i’m married to this glock, b_tch, this my rock
brand new whip with the tint too black
get close up, then we get sh_t clapped
don’t do threats, b_tch, we do straps
and we stackin’ more bodies than stats (boom)
[chorus]
all these hoes want d_ck, i don’t cuff no b_tch, i pass that fast (zoom)
stuffed my glock inside these amiris, still tote switches in this bag (boom)
caught one lackin’, did him bad, made his stupid ass a hashtag (bah)
i got hoes up in the trap, i got hoes that scam with they dad
she ain’t loyal, f_ck her man, sent her back home in a body rag (she gone)
fifty rounds up in this k, i bet this b_tch gon’ do him sad
i ain’t textin’ back no ho, unless she bring me cash or mag
i’m just chillin’ in the ‘raq with my mask on, blowin’ gas (grrah, grrah)

- drillikid 63opp

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