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rmc mike - where they at lyrics

[intro]
i got one question for y’all
b+tch

[chorus]
ayy, uh, where the hoes at? (where?)
where the hoes at? (where?), where the hoes at? (right here)
she lookin’ for the bag, where the pros at? (where?)
where the pros at? (where?), where the pros at? (i got it)
we all want a b+tch with a bag, don’t we? (we do)
we all need a b+tch with a bag, don’t we? (i swear)
we all love a b+tch with a bag, don’t we? (we do)
we’ll never leave a b+tch with a bag on her (not at all)

[verse 1]
a b+tch pulled up and spent a bag on me (hmm)
and she got a fat ass, i love to grab on it
she said her love language is spendin’ cash on me (hmm)
she likes to ride the d+ck while she grab on it (hmm)
her face card a ten and she got her sh+t together
i swear this b+tch colder than michigan weather
this b+tch treat me like a kingpin, she get whatever
i just scored a four of actavis from ms. loretta
that’s my old b+tch
hey, pulled up with a b+tch way cuter, had her so sick
i’m gettin’ deep inside that p+ssy, need her soul fixed
her rose+gold cuban cost more than your whole kit
she came left wrist presi’, right wrist baguetty
her p+ssy sound like when you stirrin’ up spaghetti
or some macaroni
her sh+t bald+head and healthy, so i’m snackin’ on it
she came reverse cowgirl while i’m smackin’ on it
today, she came chanel shoes, i threw the jacket on her
she some real small sh+t with a package on her
right between the legs
her p+ssy fat and it taste like a three of red
but the old juice, i’m talkin’ hi+tech
the one that came in a glass bottle, you can’t buy that
i drove for the p+ssy, caught a flight back
i beat her down ’til the cat swole, she need an ice pack
[chorus]
ayy, uh, where the hoes at? (where?)
where the hoes at? (where?), where the hoes at? (right here)
she lookin’ for the bag, where the pros at? (where?)
where the pros at? (where?), where the pros at? (i got it)
we all want a b+tch with a bag, don’t we? (we do)
we all need a b+tch with a bag, don’t we? (i swear)
we all love a b+tch with a bag, don’t we? (we do)
we’ll never leave a b+tch with a bag on her (not at all)

[verse 2]
my b+tch got a bag, i got a bag too
n+gga, your b+tch ugly with a bad tooth
when your b+tch got her own bag, she ain’t gotta ask you
i’m finna spend a bag on my b+tch now, it was past due
p+ssy got a lil’ hair on it with a tattoo
i can’t even lie to y’all, it was fat too
she like to pay for the d+ck and the act’ too
i fell asleep in the p+ssy once, that’s what ‘zacs do

- rmc mike lyrics

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