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kissgrief – hoe behavior lyrics

[chrous]
i’m f+ckin a b+tch yeah she a fan
shawty said she gotta man
sorry lil bro you b+tch is a hoe
i’m sorry you ain’t know that b+tch for the clan
keep me a drum like i’m in a band
she gon bust that sh+t open for a player
b+tch you know that i am b+tch you know i got bands
walk in the school smellin like gas
teachers mad yeah they gon check my bag
roll up a blunt and forget where i’m at
i’m high as f+ck fall asleep in this class
these b+tches mad at me
these b+tches know i got the beam
these b+tches know i got the green
these b+tches know i sip the lean
[pre+chorus]
that boy a lil b+tch yeah he so mad
he ain’t on sh+t he call his dad
running your pockets give me what you have
run in your house lil b+tch ain’t wear no mask
pop me some x and then roll up some grass
i’m off a perc in the back of the class
lil b+tch you stupid see through you like glass
you just want my money ain’t getting what i have
that b+tch give head that b+tch give neck
i’m high as f+ck no i can’t think
oh thats your b+tch i see her texts
i’m sorry bro she down to link
i’m off this wok can’t walk or talk
cuz of this dirty in my drank
b+tch she on my c+ck
she ride my d+ck off that cocaine

[verse]
i’m f+ckin that hoe lil b+tch i’m loving that throat
i eat on the p+ssy she suck me some more
pin her to the wall lil b+tch she loving it all
i’m all in her draws we high off some wok
i can’t even walk
or talk my glock got a grip so you better shut yo f+cking mouth
i came with my boys these dogs in the house
i came with a choppa that got 20 rounds
i came wit your b+tch and she giving me
what is that sound f+cking that b+tch bend her over the couch
she told me comeover her dad outta town
im gettin a lil tired can’t even rap no more
i might just retire can’t pop percs no more
i pop me a xan it make the time go slow
i’m counting these bands only thing i got time 4
[chrous]
i’m f+ckin a b+tch yeah she a fan
shawty said she gotta man
sorry lil bro you b+tch is a hoe
i’m sorry you ain’t know that b+tch for the clan
keep me a drum like i’m in a band
she gon bust that sh+t open for a player
b+tch you know that i am b+tch you know i got bands
walk in the school smellin like gas
teachers mad yeah they gon check my bag
roll up a blunt and forget where i’m at
i’m high as f+ck fall asleep in this class
these b+tches mad at me
these b+tches know i got the beam
these b+tches know i got the green
these b+tches know i sip the lean

[pre+chorus]
that boy a lil b+tch yeah he so mad
he ain’t on sh+t he call his dad
running your pockets give me what you have
run in your house lil b+tch ain’t wear no mask
pop me some x and then roll up some grass
i’m off a perc in the back of the class
lil b+tch you stupid see through you like glass
you just want my money ain’t getting what i have
that b+tch give head that b+tch give neck
i’m high as f+ck no i can’t think
oh thats your b+tch i see her texts
i’m sorry bro she down to link
i’m off this wok can’t walk or talk
cuz of this dirty in my drank
b+tch she on my c+ck
she ride my d+ck off that cocaine

- kissgrief lyrics

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