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da hol 9 – that’s her lyrics

(hook: kaos repeat 2x)
she be by her d-mn self
derty cuz she tiiired
she ain’t go no time
for these n-gg-s and they liiives
she don’t f-ck wit hoes cuz
they drove and kuniiiiivin
yes’ir yes’ir yes’ir
yes’ir that’s her

(verse 1: kaos)
there she is dime diva, miss cinderella
hangin out wit all her fellas
she ain’t no female friends cuz all these hoes jealous
can’t keep no n-gg- cuz they can’t keep up
and sunshine don’t heard it all than 4 mo’ peep-up
she know the game inside, she know we all about
women and diamond, tryin to buy em, grind em and ride
she got her own car, own crib and long as she got
fresh batteries she don’t need a n-gg- for sh-t (h-ll nah)
she a workin woman, nickname pumpkin, straight out the block
in her ‘cedes b-mpin, she roll pumpin da hol’ 9’s alb-m
she keeps it locked to this station becuz they cert’y heat and they hit you with live ac clubbin urry week
she got her preference when she come to the club
she tokes a burner in her purse and she keeps her own bud
she’s been called a scandalous, p-ssy suckin dyk-
b-tches say she trickin h-lla just cuz she the shiiit

(hook repeat 2x)

(verse 2: kemo)
yeah, girl why don’t you take a trip to myself
catch a flight, girl pay for the ticket
bring ya girlfriend baby we can kick it
take you away from everything wicked
you may only think that i wanna do is stick it, shick it
create a little mischief, when i look at that -ss make a n-gg-
straight think about a b-ttermilk bis-cuit! (yes’ir)
you say you diggin my style but ain’t been wit a n-gg- in a while
and i think you bullsh-ttin, you say you don’t put a n-gg- d-ck in ya mouth (boy please!)
get the f-ck up out the pants, man f-ck about the last, n-gg- that
ran up in that -ss, would’ve been a laugh, eat sperm
baby girl till you get a little taste (yes’ir yes’ir)
see baby girl rollin in a lexus, tellin kemo he can’t s-x sh-t
look at the necklace, you can tell she don’t want nuttin but the “best” sh-t
she don’t gotta roll solo no mo’, golo, rollin wit the polo, suit
wit the matchin boots but you don’t gotta call her no ho though
what i need is a woman like you see, so we can kick it up like bruce lee
get the p-ss-y, in the movie, so much don’t move me
the f-ck you be lyin for? that’s what this rhymes for
you ain’t got no time to be cryin for

(hook repeat 2x)

(verse 3: kaos)
she sick and tired of these n-gg-s wit all they hoes and they b-tches
thinkin when they get them digits, and smashin always when they visit
n-gg-s be constantly trickin, off on they d-cks on they missions
but derty gon and admit it, you know she don’t wanna kick it
so you thinkin you can smash, and get it to the pad
so what’s up wit that? (you ain’t gettin no -ss)
you say she talkin trash, and you get mad
urry spot of that (you ain’t gettin no -ss)
ay derty take it from kemo and kriss kreingle, she single
cuz she ain’t never had a mandingo
pretty eyes, beautiful smile, thick thighs, could maybe bellon me
wit that belly ring and that baby h-lla fine
godd-mn, lips glossed, tat’s wit them fly nails
pullin a wagon just like a f-ckin clydesdale
n-gg-s constantly trickin, they be tryin to hit it daily
it’s obvious, why you don’t kick it, b-tches steady hatin
all these hoes keep yo name in they mouth like d-ck
and urbody sayin who you done f-cked
you’ve been called a scandalous, p-ssy suckin dyk-
b-tches say you trickin h-lla just cuz you the sh-t

(hook repeat 2x)

(kaos)
you got these hoes always hatin on you
and n-gg-s steady tryin to get wit ya crew
you say you heard they can’t take it wit you
yes’ir yes’ir yes’ir
yes’ir that’s her

- da hol 9 lyrics

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