Luyện nghe bài hát HOE House

I dope out of my ho house
I count money and smoke out
I groupies, I sell shows out
I lost niggas, I pour out
Ain't your business, stay in lane
Ayy don't on shit you don't know 'bout
All back and forth talkin'
If it's real beef then gos out, yeah
That's just how I feel it, that's just how I'm feelin'
I'm cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies, drop the
Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time, you ain't
Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain't my

You ain't my kind, stand in line
Don't call my phone, when you do I hit
See shots go out, they gon' ask me 'bout my whereabouts
I was at my ho house with my dick all in ho mouth
Icebox got my froze, on me seafood, I'm at Pappadeaux
I got my lil young bitch, wide open, trap don't ever close
I got my lil niggas on some hot shit, ridin' dracos
If they a charge don't worry 'bout it, bonds I make those
Thumbin' through these pesos in the bando with Big
I crazy in Guns N Ammo, I must think I'm Rambo
Through money, guns, and crime, BGE, yeah my famo
I handle like a candle
a drive-by out a Lambo

I issue dope out of my ho
I count and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell out
I lost niggas, I more out
your business, stay in your lane
Ayy don't speak on shit you don't know
All back and forth talkin'
If it's real beef then gos out, yeah
That's just how I feel it, that's just how I'm feelin'
I'm cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies, the ceiling
Ho callin' my phone, talkin' time, you ain't mine
tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain't my kind

Indictment time, niggas out droppin' dimes
I'm somewhere layin' low my feet up on recline
Don't pay no mind, I'm just worried me and mine
You wasn't straight from the
You a fraud, I peeped the
You lil niggas so
You need to catch up like
Diamonds, ooh they
Invested fifty in my
I walk in Christian Loub's, on my shoe like porcupine
Hitters in the trap spot, holdin' choppers, lookin' out blinds,
I'm on the grind, ooh I runnin' up iron, yeah
My ain't regular, I got them pointers in mine
I got a ho that's a dime, she never get out of
She know if she say the wrong thing or out of turn
She can get

I issue out of my ho house
I count money and blow out
I fuck groupies, I sell out
I lost niggas, I pour out
Ain't business, stay in your lane
Ayy don't on shit you don't know 'bout
All that back and forth
If it's beef then shots gos out, yeah
That's just how I feel about it, that's how I'm feelin'
I'm cruisin' the foreign with bunnies, drop the ceiling
Ho callin' my phone, talkin' time, you ain't mine
Niggas get with the gang, nah, you ain't my kind