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kachhmoneyy - hotgirl lyrics

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(verse 1)
f-ck n-gga it’s one of me so that other h-e ain’t sh-t to me

since you walk around acting like a p-ssy ,well p-ssy n-gga you a b-tch to me

i used to blow up yo phone, you be like “what you tripping for?”

“b-tch boy i’ll spin that sh-t”, come slap you and that p-ssy h-e

h-es be on social media bragging bout a f-ck n-gga

that b-tch ain’t untouchable, she’ll f-ck around and get touched n-gga

let’s talk about all them h-es yo -ss was sliding with

when you got locked up , them h-es wasn’t buying sh-t !

they don’t know bout them bitcoins , that icare and that touch pay

h-es was screaming free you and ain’t give a f-ck if you ate !

but f-ck them poor hoes, i don’t even know why you slide wit them

they ain’t do sh-t , but scream free my n-gga

but ima take that loss, you can’t get sh-t from me

and this sh-t is straight facts so don’t say i’m dissing b

this sh-t for whoever feel it …a b-tch can get in they feelings

but little b-itch that don’t stop sh-t ima pop sh-t if you enter my city

(hook x2)
let me spit that hot sh-t

a f-ck n-gga ain’t stop sh-t

you h-es be popping p-ssy

but p-ssy h-e i pop sh-t

(verse 2)
remember them days opening fire hydrants in the summer dog

ima rine baby ima hotgirl i can’t be cooled off

these b-tches be trying me like they tryna beef so it’s up there

h-es be wanting smoke ….like a b-tch won’t smoke them

how the f-ck you beefing ain’t getting bread or no cheese for it

but that poor sh-t i don’t tolerate so i just ignore it

that n-gga couldn’t handle a b-tch like me so he backed out

old stressing -ss n-gga go ahead and pull a black out

you n-ggas be so in love but unfaithful thats weird to me

and i ain’t never met a b-tch yet that could put fear in me

i’m screaming f-ck him , f-ck her and f-ck you

how you friends with the b-tch and he f-cked her to

ole dizzy -ss h-es , get that sh-t spinned on

i hate a b-tch who wanna go back and forth like a ping pong

these n-ggas be hating

stomach aching cause they poor as f-ck

they know w-ssup

dont need a n-gga keep my feelings tucked

n-ggas weird as f-ck

i ain’t feeling ya’

(hook x2)
let me spit that hot sh-t

a f-ck n-gga ain’t stop sh-t

you h-es be popping p-ssy

but p-ssy h-e i pop sh-t

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