Luyện nghe bài hát HOE House

I dope out of my ho house
I money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell out
I lost niggas, I pour out
your business, stay in your lane
Ayy don't speak on shit you don't know
All that back and forth
If it's real beef shots gos out, yeah
That's how I feel about 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 mine
Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you my kind

You ain't my kind, stand in line
Don't call my phone, you do I hit decline
See shots gon' go out, they gon' ask me my whereabouts
I was at my ho house with my dick all in that ho
got my wrist froze, on me seafood, I'm at Pappadeaux
I got my lil bitch, mouth wide open, trap don't ever close
I got my lil niggas on some hot shit, ridin' with
If they catch a 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 wicks like a
a drive-by out a Lambo

I issue dope out of my ho
I count and blow smoke out
I groupies, I sell shows out
I lost niggas, I more out
Ain't your business, stay in your
Ayy don't speak on shit you don't know
All that back and talkin'
If it's real beef then 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, 'bout time, you ain't mine
Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you my kind

time, niggas out here droppin' dimes
I'm somewhere layin' low with my up on recline
Don't pay no mind, I'm just worried 'bout me and
You wasn't straight the start
You a fraud, I the signs
You lil niggas so
You need to catch up like
Diamonds, ooh shinin'
fifty in my time
I walk in Christian Loub's, spike on my shoe like
Hitters in the trap spot, choppers, lookin' out blinds, yeah
I'm on the grind, ooh I runnin' up iron, yeah
My watch ain't regular, I got them pointers in
I got a ho that's a dime, she get out of line
She know if she say the wrong thing or speak out of
She can get

I dope out of my ho house
I count money and 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 then shots gos out, yeah
That's just how I feel about it, just how I'm feelin'
I'm cruisin' the foreign some bunnies, drop the ceiling
Ho callin' my phone, 'bout time, you ain't mine
tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain't my kind