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brooke candy - don't touch my hair hoe lyrics

[intro]
i was walking down the street, drinkin’ my black tea boba
and this b-tch–oh no no no no!
this b-tch had the nerve, the audacity, to touch my motherf-cking hair
do not touch my hair! no, nonononono, okay?

[chorus]
don’t touch my hair hoe or my chinchilla coat
don’t touch my hair hoe or my chinchilla coat
don’t touch my hair hoe or my chinchilla coat
don’t touch my hair hoe or my chinchilla coat

[verse 1]
don’t touch my hair hoe don’t touch, don’t touch my hair hoe
it’s real out here in the field b-tch, and i’m a f-cking scarecrow
i’ll scare these birds away hoe your b-tch is on my payroll
i get that money like my name was sonny, but i don’t ever share though
my weave costs more than your 4 door, i’m slipping on chinchilla coats
i’m finna go guerrilla though, i’m shippin’ out brazilian c0ke
i’m making that dinero, stay dipped in gold like pharaoh
mothaf-cka, i swear though, don’t touch my f-cking hair, hoe

[verse 2]
don’t touch my hair, my coat, my car, my hoe, my drugs, my money
you touch my hair, my girls, my clothes, then this sh-t won’t be funny
but if you cool, i’ll let you touch your tongue on my punany
and if you l!ck it right you’ll hit the apple seed like johnny
cash rules everything around me, b-tch, i’m high, had a pill and brownie
got a hideout way out in downey cause i got a warrant in every county
so b-tch beware, ho, i’m not sure if you care ho
i’ll wipe you out like nair, ho, don’t touch my f-cking hair ho

[outro]
i can’t believe she did that, now why she had to did that?
see, that’s the type of sh-t that’s gonna make a b-tch get b-tch slapped
i don’t believe she did that, man, why she had to did that?
the next time that you touch my weave, i’ll push your f-cking wig back

- brooke candy lyrics

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