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joe goonie - des hoes know lyrics

[intro]
these hoes know i showed my ass
(ooh, j+alley, this that one)
talk that sh+t, spend that bag
talk that sh+t, spend that bag
these hoes know i showed my— yup

[verse 1]
you gon’ hear some rumors ’bout me and them b+tches fluke
but these hundreds real and them b+tches blue
you lil’ hoes i done f+cked, this goes out to you
you said we were dating and that was not the truth
givenchy joggies, seven hundred for the top and bottom
diamond link, my sh+t, n+gga, it ain’t hard to spot me
got a b+tch so thick, blowin’ smoke besidе me
talkin’ crazy like, “oh, this b+tch bought this body”

[chorus]
thesе hoes know i act bad
slang that d+ck, shake that bag (let’s get a bag)
you don’t like my jeans, say they wack
poor+ass boy, this two zips of crack (n+gga)
rock a real+life marksman, chucks so heartless (baow)
flurry turn a heat to chillery, feelin’ this cartridge
cast callin’ me now, my boy a dog
we got choppers on the mattress, we put targets on the wall
f+ck boy, this the mile, swear this sh+t for real (sh+t for real)
talk sh+t, get you stumped, send a shot, you k!ll
lil’ hoes gon’ give me no type of thrill (nah)
got so many f+ckin’ diamonds, b+tch, i’m dolla bill (freak b+tch)
let her hold my charm, make them do that freaky sh+t
say i need to learn how to f+ck, come and teach me, b+tch
i’m a whole quarter richer when i leave the 10 (yeah)
stickin’ with that broke n+gga, he gon’ leave your ass
these hoes know i buy bags
we link up, they f+ck fast (let’s get a bag)
your n+gga hip, now he mad
he stay on tip, i stay strapped (40)
give me a second, boo, i gotta get the rollie clean
i stopped the bold sh+t, you might not even smoke this weed
don’t you ever call my phone, play no role on me
now put your legs in the air, b+tch, and hold your feet
ayy, i’m so hands on in my kitchen (skrrt)
ayy, took the mask off, felt like hendrix
2k, tryna f+ck, i felt like trickin’ (i got it)
taught a b+tch so bad, i felt like kissin’
n+ggas starin’ at my kit tryna guess them b+tches (you like these?)
that’s them valentinos, even felt them b+tches
starin’ at it, punk b+tch, boy, the belt go with it
lookin’ for my scale, somebody come smack this n+gga
[chorus]
these hoes know i act bad
slang that d+ck, shake that bag (let’s get a bag)
these hoes know i buy bags
we link up, they f+ck fast
you don’t like my jeans, say they wack
poor+ass boy, this two zips of crack (n+gga)
your n+gga hip, now he mad
he stay on tip, i stay strapped

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