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gucci mane - hood bitches lyrics

[verse 1:]
i’m bout that water foset p-ssy, i swear that f-ckin
wet
i’m standing over the kitchen foset whippin up the
bricks
with these n-gg-s keep on beatin the door, they don’t
wanna spend a check
the jacket tried to steal my lawn mower, he go wet
when i first bought my bed, these b-tches said gucci’s
a mess
came back in that m6 and i drop my top, she dropped her
dress
we da best, f-ck the rest
leavin with me, better bring yo vest
climbed on the criss, the charger on 6’s
i’m lookin for them hood b-tches

[hook:]
where the hood b-tches? all i f-ck with hood b-tches
like them hood b-tches, yea i f-ck with hood b-tches
where the hood b-tches? point me to the hood b-tches
it’s guwap in this b-tch and i want them hood b-tches
where the hood b-tches? tell me where the hood b-tches
where the hood b-tches? point me to them hood b-tches
gucci mane in this b-tch, i got my hood b-tch
you ain’t no hood b-tch, i need them hood b-tches

[verse 2:]
i’m a black it tonight with a b-tch so bad
that she rode a bike but she not a dike
she got a man but she wear the pants
so i guess the p-ssy n-gg- got her panties tight
i said here’s the plan, he’s a lame
respect the game, bring me the white
do it again, i’m the gucci mane
my f-ckin round made you my man
many things but a change of heart
cause she came in with some granny panties
i’m so picky that my d-ck went limp
and i had to keep the poor b-tch out the mansion
yea young n-gg- got a 4-5
but a n-gg- just to -ss and pants
these hood b-tches give the best head
when i f-ck her i keep a pistol handed

- gucci mane lyrics

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