bby kodie – 5 star hoe lyrics
[verse]
crashed out my new whip
slide through hou
i swerve straight off highway 6
i can’t trust no ho
i can’t trust no b-tch (no)
skipped the fortune 5
went straight to fortune 6 (rich -ss n-gg-)
how my forgiato sit?
go ‘head yelp review my sh-t
five starts out of five, b-tch
i’m a five-star b-tch
five-star meal on my plate
five-star meal my b-tch
i look so d-mn good i just might steal my own b-tch (gimme that b-tch)
who told you to touch me b-tch?
this costs sixteen racks
shoes costs $2000
but me? no price on that (hands off)
you can’t buy me ho (duh)
it’s a price on that
just to suck my d-ck ho
is a price and added tax
so if you call my phone little b-tch i ain’t calling back (no)
my tesla all-black
i flew to mars and back
cards against humanity lifestyle, half my cards is black (duh)
i ain’t gon’ act like i’m from the hood cause that’s not where i’m at (no)
how that f-ck you went to your hood with $10,000 in stacks? (huh?)
and how you left that b-tch with zero even though you had a strap? (what the f-ck?)
i can’t trust you n-gg-s
y’all n-gg-s some rats
i can’t fold on n-gg-s cause my n-gg-s got my back
hate to talk like i’m the best but i’m the best at that
and if i said i’m getting the sh-t then f-ck it: it’s a fact
and if you see me sliding in that x6 it’s all-black (blackout)
i told you where i’m at
so come find me with straps (go ‘head)
and if i got them dogs outside them b-tches attack
and ever since i lost my sister my hard heart intact
why would i keep these b-tches i got b-tches ‘cross the map
why would i argue with n-gg-s when i got these ho’s for that?
broadway the theme how these f-ck n-gg-s act (yessir)
i know that your bank account lack cause it subtract
i got so much money on me falling in my lap
road running so d-mn long my tires need a nap
been across the world so long that my best friend googlemap
where we at? b-tch use the map
i know you got sk!lls lil ho (duh)
no you can’t come back here what you think these heels is for?
had to fly my tesla down the road and hit the store
b-tch stop rubbing your lipstick on my whip (no)
this paint job cost me a grip
tesla flying around it do flip
bought me a bag then i had to dip
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