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three 6 mafia - hoes can be like niggas lyrics

(feat. lil chat)

i’m sick and tried of coward b-tches taking advantage of me
i told these hoes that i can’t go i grip my crown three-eighty
i keep my distance from these b-tches cause they are with that sh-t
ain’t got no choice these hoes be clicking
lil chat can’t f-ck with no b-tch
i’d rather kick it by my lonely cause i’m all that i need
i’d rather kick it by my lonely cause i don’t share my weed
you see most of these n-gg-s
see they do not know
gone call lil chat that come with flow that make you kick in them does
so most of you hoes that be trying to run dope
f-ck’em hong’em by the rope befoe i grab you in a chock
tossing foties hold up shorty niggsa there ain’t no love
don’t give a f-ck bout what you say and i don’t play with that bud
i’m hitting a seven on my row cause you can’t f-ck with a mac
if you f-ck up no hesitation i’m gone go get my gat
i got my block i slang my rocks
i’m now busting down them streets
that chick so hot my baby daddy got the vest watching me

[chorus 2x’s]
hoes can be like n-gg-s
and pull triggas slang
dope up on a curve and
droppin bodies in the river
i said
hoes can be like n-gg-s
and pull triggas slang
dope up on a curve and
droppin bodies in the river playa

my everyday race is different places
yeah i’m about that chedder
when i got my glock my drank and smoke i’m guaranteed to feel better
a real true thug -ss b-mping slugs
ain’t got no hoe in my blood
these fake -ss b-tches throwing falses so i show them no love
ol’ sh-t tell my why these b-tches be bringing me ana
they must don’t know where i stay
so strapped on situations i handle
we could be feddy
i be ready to release out these slugs
you pump your nuts its going down
b-tch you better be strapped up
hoes you should think before you start
cause once you start i’m gone finish
i guarantee your so called n-gg-s ain’t gone want to get in it
can’t catch me slipping
you f-cked up i keep ny nine in my truck
they call me that phyco b-tch that’t leaving you dead on your porch
a bad -ss b-tch that’s making sure
i’m teaching all hoes a lesson
m-th-f-ck a friend
i don’t need no friend
my friend is spim’em west’in
grab that skee mask off my dresser and that rifle to get ya
just letting you know that i’m the b-tch with no decision but kill ya

[chorus 2x’s]

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