ydk jay – thick hoes lyrics
yeah b+tch, yeah b+tch yeah
yeah b+tch, yeah b+tch yeah
yeah b+tch, yeah b+tch yeah
yeah b+tch, yeah b+tch
yeah b+tch, yeah b+tch yeah
yeah b+tch, yeah b+tch yeah
yeah b+tch, yeah b+tch yeah
i need a bad thick b+tch i ain’t tryna f+ck unless the b+tch, i just walk in the spot and seen the hoe movin’ d+mn the b+tch got class. she just want a real n+gga with some money she gone make it clap for the cash, i just cut the hoe off i ain’t really trippin’ bout a b+tch i already had
nah this sh+t no cap she callin’ my phone beggin’ for the d+ck on a monday, this b+tch need jesus, f+ck on the b+tch and knock her ass to church on a sunday, ain’t no playin’ both sides so you better choose cause this sh+t can only go one way, b+tch i’m tryna chill i ain’t tryna talk i cut the hoe off she was two face
my diamonds they hit in dark when i walk b+tch i’m shining bright like a disco, if i wanna get high i’ma roll me a wood b+tch i can f+ck with the dispo. this lil b+tch classy and nasty but she f+ckin’ a street n+gga, tell that f+ck n+gga i don’t want the hoe i kick her out and let the streets hit her
h+ll nah i ain’t i paying for the p+ssy if i want her i f+ck her for free, she ain’t give you no p+ssy? i wonder why, probably cause she gave it to me
i might fly out to cali b+tch i’m gettin’ high today, high as the f+ck i might fly away, think i’m finna have a heart attack b+tch i seen that sh+t from a mile away (god d+mn)
d+mn she nasty, make that b+tch give me top without asking she tryna f+ck b+tch we make it happen she throw that ass in my lap i’ma slap it. (ok lets go)
d+mn she nasty, i’m tellin’ the b+tch i ain’t askin’ i might hit me a l!ck and then empty the clip got my gun in the park i’m jurassic
that b+tch givin’ good head (lets go) i call that lil b+tch a head doctor yeah fasho, i’m tryna run up this check by tomorrow i need me a hundred bands for the show. i f+ck her so good made her tap out beat it again then i’m blowin’ her back out, i kick her out then i’m back on the road on the way to the tre tryna see what they hype bout
nah i ain’t tryna conversate if we ain’t talkin’ bout a f+ckin’ bag, this b+tch really think cause i f+cked i’ma take her out and blow a f+ckin’ bag (she goin’ out sad) my lil brother he was the grind and my big brother steady doing time, i’m steady thinkin’ the world is mine but (yeah yeah i ain’t worried bout that fake ass sh+t). she wanna f+ck cause she see i’m a artist she wanna f+ck cause see i’m shooter, steppin’ on sh+t all my n+ggas some soldiers play with the mob we’ll do ya, lil b+tch i’m n o r f s i d e n+gga, next n+gga move wrong on my block he must wanna d i e n+gga (b+tch lets go)
d+mn she nasty, make that b+tch give me top without asking she tryna f+ck b+tch we make it happen she throw that ass in my lap i’ma slap it. (ok lets go)
d+mn she nasty, i’m tellin’ the b+tch i ain’t askin’ i might hit me a l!ck and then empty the clip got my gun in the park i’m jurassic
d+mn she nasty, make that b+tch give me top without asking she tryna f+ck b+tch we make it happen she throw that ass in my lap i’ma slap it. (ok lets go)
d+mn she nasty, i’m tellin’ the b+tch i ain’t askin’ i might hit me a l!ck and then empty the clip got my gun in the park i’m jurassic
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