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ed dolo - dem hoes lyrics

[sample: project pat + if you ain’t from my hood]
i don’t know them hoes, i don’t f+ck with them hoes [x2]

[chorus + ed dolo]
rich n+gga f+ckin’ on a bald head ratchet ho
i don’t f+ck with n+ggas who f+ck with n+ggas i don’t f+ck with though
she wanna f+ck whoever high, i guess she heard i mix the blow
she said “don’t i know you from somewhere?” i told her “no you don’t”
rich n+gga f+ckin’ on a long weave sedated ho
trappin’ ass n+gga ducked out with a ratchet rapper ho
i don’t f+ck with hoes that f+ck with hoes that i really want
i heard that b+tch be claim me like i f+ck with her and i really don’t
[verse 1 + ed dolo]
i told that b+tch i wanna f+ck her, truth be told i really don’t
let me get some head or somethin’, truth be told that’s all i want
rich n+gga f+ckin’ on a bald head ratchet ho
i don’t f+ck with hoes that f+ck with hoes that i really want

turnt up in this b+tch, when i walk in i peep the b+tch i want
every n+gga hatin’ on me, i’m probably f+ckin’ the b+tch he want
broke n+gga tryin’ to faux my b+tch, n+gga i betcha don’t
rich n+gga worth like six figures, this the b+tch you want?

how you ‘posed to be my n+gga f+ckin’ with n+ggas i don’t f+ck with though?
i don’t like no popular broke b+tch, that ain’t no b+tch i want
the type to slip the b+tch out with her bestie, then i’m goin’ home
dog ass n+gga, all my hoes tell me i’m dead wrong

[chorus]

[verse 2 + ed dolo]
i told the b+tch i love her, i f+cked the first night, i can’t wife it though
she eatin’ a b+tch, the p+ssy i’m f+ckin’ the front and back my type of ho
trap n+gga, f+ckin’ on a ratchet ass rapper ho
rich n+gga f+ck the b+tch then pass her to my partna though

i don’t f+ck with hoes that f+ck with hoes that i really want
i’m really turnt ain’t no b+tch i can’t f+ck that i really want
let me get some head or somethin’, keep it real that’s all i want
i told the b+tch i’m pullin’ up but truth be told i probably don’t
how you ‘posed to be my b+tch, f+ckin’ with n+ggas you know i don’t?
i told you i’d probably cuff you just to f+ck you and i was dead wrong
trap n+gga she wanna f+ck me because my bread long
dog ass n+gga f+ck yo b+tch then have her head gone

[chorus]

- ed dolo lyrics

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