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young hoff - chiro lyrics

got a couple b+tches on my mind
i’ma walk the p+ssy like a tight rope
knowing that i only f+ck with dimes
f+ck a naked pic, girl sending me a slide show
she keep saying i’ma dog, i’m a coyote
you the one who’s freaky baby acting like a psycho
show me you can hit the high notes
put a b+tch on a bench break her back like a chiro

feelin’ like a athlete, make it rain buckets
steph curry i’ma stat sheet (ooo)
comin’ in flashy, try to take my b+tch
thats rarer than a shaq 3 (ooo)
b+tches try to run me outta cash (psych!)
b+tch you can’t catch me (ooo)
shorty wanna ask me to pull up in the whip
we be cruisin’ through the back streets
baby gave me head it’s a wrap
i could f+ck this b+tch in a taxi (ooo)
feelin’ likе brady when i snap
i could run a train on these hoеs like a athlete
ooo godd+mn she a baddie
eat the p+ssy like it’s sugar, got a cavity (ooo)
hope she got a ass like maddie
need a museum for these raps like the maxxi (ooo)
b+tches they callin’ me daddy
suckin’ on d+ck like its taffy
wanna come over i’ll send you the addy, b+tch (addy b+tch)
come roll me a fatty (ha, ooo)
laughing so hard you go daffy
runnin’ the game like i’m christian mccaffrey
i’m keepin’ it classy
we smoking on waui from maui to cali

i’m pushing weight like its shoulder day
add a little hustle to the motivate
mix a little liquor with the rosé
f+ck a bad b+tch on fold away
connecting money to the dream like a shoulder blade
i want my pockets fat like they overweight
drippin’ gold queso, gold cheese
blunts rolled up in the yayo
my girl like the devil with a halo
she a bad b+tch, call me daddy, what i say go
spending too much need to make mo’
cash
add a little money to the bankroll
need a couple hundred thousand in a safe
my b+tch got a booty like j+lo
i got the flow like harlow
add a couple bags, little weight to the cargo
skatin’ through the game like marleau
got a bad b+tch riding with me and she part hoe
gotta break the bank, wells fargo
young hoff never selling out, no barcode
i’m pushing weight like narcos
f+ck the mayflower b+tch i’m cruisin’ on the argo
need to hit my line baby, hit me on the car phone
best white rapper in the game since marshall
don’t know what to do with these bad b+tches
what to do with these bad b+tches
we runnin’ through ‘em like we savages
none of these ladies lookin’ average
who came through with these bad b+tches
we in the stu with some bad b+tches
i spit gas, light a match, can’t match me
bad b+tches never had me

we were f+ckin’ up and down the map
she got a body like a lamborghini chassis
go ahead, take another lap
and she can give me head in the back seat
too quick, you can’t catch me
young hoff spittin’ artillery like apache
bad b+tch runnin’ past me
’n now she runnin’ ‘round in my head like a track meet
i’ma run the game fast pace
turning on the jets, never leave the kid in last place
smoke a blunt out the ash tray
hit it from the back, put a b+tch in a back brace
bad b+tch burnin’ hotter than the summer
your girl freezing like the cascades
i f+cked her in the kitchen on a glass plate (woo)
she started as a classmate!
ask her for the stroke now she actin’ like a caddy
b+tch want the choke now she askin’ for a daddy
pullin’ out the rope now she look a lil’ happy
beatin’ up the p+ssy like i’m chappie (ooo!)
she gave me head through the fast track
booty so big you can put it on the nasdaq
the ass fat, suffocate me through a gas mask
flow is so contagious had to put you in a hazmat

(yea)
thats for the baddies

- young hoff lyrics

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