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chino xl - some hoes lyrics

[hook: bun b]i done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
you n-gg-s ain’t trill (trill), you n-gg-s is some hoes (hoes)
you fakin on the tv and frontin at your shows (ows)
you n-gg-s ain’t trill (trill), you n-gg-s is some hoes (hoes)
you n-gg-s is some hoes (hoes), you n-gg-s is some hoes (hoes)
you n-gg-s ain’t trill (trill), you n-gg-s is some hoes (hoes)
you keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
you n-gg-s ain’t trill (trill), you n-gg-s is some hoes (hoes)

[verse 1: bun b]wake up in the mornin, i turn on the tv
what do i see? some p-ssy -ss n-gg-s starin at me
they got some big -ss chains on with big -ss rocks
a couple n-gg-s standin behind em throwin up blocks
they claimin they whip pots, got the streets on lock
and they don’t take no disrespect and keep their heats on c-ck
and if they punch you in your face then some teeth gon drop
man i don’t know where the f-ck y’all thinkin that we from at
but you n-gg-s is keystone cops, laurel and hearted
little rascals tryna be big, just gon f-ck up the party
thinkin that cause you drink a couple of fortys and twist phillys (phillys)
that y’all is bout to take over the game, b-tch really? (b-tch really?)
you goin broke tryna slang that crack
and you only gon fight a n-gg- that ain’t gon fight back
and that’s wack, they don’t get you no d-mn props
you n-gg-s is sheeps in wolves clothing and i eat lamb chops, c’mon

[verse 2: bulletproof]{what it do? teflon! }
say bun what’s wrong wit em? they must be full of that when they hit it
a sucker wit the semi, bet he run right when he hear me
his n-gg-s masqueradin, faker than silicone
a bad apple in the bunch, now we figure your city foldin
homie, i’m from street po, i know how to dish a clip at you
wouldn’t you? break wit em, a webster’s permission slip
pimp said it best, these n-gg-s transcript writers
pathological liars, sad suckers, d-ck biters
it’s teflon b–tch, knock you out them reeboks
a cocaine key, but he only flipped three blocks
blow your brain all over the ceiling like sheet rock
i bet he get to ya, take a fader to a t top
we hot, rap-a-lot and maab, don’t get shot hoe
cappin at your show, don’t even know what you got shot fo
and next show, you hoe -ss n-gg-s squarin some rocks
get some money, move out the hood but don’t take care of your block?

[hook: bun b]
i done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
you n-gg-s ain’t trill (trill), you n-gg-s is some hoes (hoes)
you keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
you n-gg-s ain’t trill (trill), you n-gg-s is some hoes (hoes)

[verse 3: chino xl]these n-gg-s is hoes on king’s life, chino is livin it
jesus christ is sewing me for copy write infringement
ignorant bully belligerent, tearin out ya ligaments
so i deserve a certificate for thinkin up this killer sh-t
arrogant, i’m like a pharaoh standin on a pyramid
ugk tat on my heart, hopin bun’s enemies hearin this
y’all ain’t sellin nothin right (serious)
the only bricks y’all ever seen was your record sales
and when you p-ss a construction site
these rhymes that i write, if you could bring em to life
they could go in a cage and fight and knock out kimble slice
i live by the gun, die by the gun
just to get closer to heaven with pimp c and big pun
this is latin history in the making for trill t-tle takings
like taking the love of bob marley from a jamaican
y’all faking but for bun b we will ride until our heart stops
the success make me smile like tv tego and bankrock
i catch you popping champagne, chop it to your brain
just for thinking outside of the bun like taco bell’s campaign

[hook: bun b]i done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
you n-gg-s ain’t trill (trill), you n-gg-s is some hoes (hoes)
you keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
you n-gg-s ain’t trill (trill), you n-gg-s is some hoes (hoes)

[verse 4: killer mike]think you get it with killer then sucker have a d-ck
i’ma take your funky breath like an asthmatic
d-mn tragic how i got your momma shot before her d-mn casket
i ain’t talkin head bussin, i’m just talking rap battlin
see that was a metaphor, but just in case you really want it
what you think the metal for? i hope you p-ssy n-gg-s get the point
i don’t care who point it out when my laser on a point
rest in peace to pimp c cause that n-gg- had a point
point 1, rappers act gay and dress like it too
point 2, n-gg-s greedy and they never feed their crew
point 3, n-gg-s cower to these crackers like some hoes
but always talkin bout what they-a do after their shows
point 4, just some sh-t i gotta get offa my chest
i ain’t scared to battle him but he say that he the best
got a question for my trill -ss gs around the way
how you let these f-ck boys make it cool to be gay?

- chino xl lyrics

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