[00:00.00]Hoeish Ass *****
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[00:57.33]I be that no good pimp type, punch you in your windpipe
[01:00.73]Old school devil ****, **** it ho I been tight
[01:04.39]Got my clique behind me shawty you can come and find me shawty
[01:07.94]I be on the block smoking doja till my eyes is blurry
[01:11.36]Put me on the list with the pimps and the money-getters
[01:15.07]If we in your hood, bet we've got the chrome with us
[01:18.86]You got cajones being phony with them known killers
[01:22.44]**** dealing money from the floor to the ceiling, you feel me?
[01:26.15](Hoeish ass *****) You be all up in my shine
[01:29.10]And the word of verbal lies leave you your certain demise
[01:32.63]I ain't got no time for you, just working for mine
[01:36.33]So I'mma hide your body where nobody can find, you a *****
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[01:41.14]Hoeish Ass *****
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[02:09.17]***** you a (*****), you always been a (*****)
[02:12.25]Boy you're looking mad when I'm ****ing with your (*****)
[02:15.86]Ride on this (*****), got no love for this (*****)
[02:19.46]I'm pulling out my nine have him crying like a (*****)
[02:23.04]Ugly Mane never half-stepping, baby MAC-11
[02:27.56]I got a whole lotta weapons
[02:30.30]All up in the club with the gat and the **** too
[02:33.88]Bypass security, a player boutta squeeze through
[02:37.93]Hoeish ass *****, looking sloppy and ragged and talking like he coming after me
[02:42.84]I'll put some slugs in his body ******
[02:45.61]Don't get mad with me, murder's what it had to be
[02:48.64]Talking all that reckless **** just is a tragedy
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[02:52.32]Hoeish Ass *****

Hoeish Ass *****
I be that no good pimp type, punch you in your windpipe
Old school devil ****, **** it ho I been tight
Got my clique behind me shawty you can come and find me shawty
I be on the block smoking doja till my eyes is blurry
Put me on the list with the pimps and the money-getters
If we in your hood, bet we've got the chrome with us
You got cajones being phony with them known killers
**** dealing money from the floor to the ceiling, you feel me?
(Hoeish ass *****) You be all up in my shine
And the word of verbal lies leave you your certain demise
I ain't got no time for you, just working for mine
So I'mma hide your body where nobody can find, you a *****
Hoeish Ass *****
***** you a (*****), you always been a (*****)
Boy you're looking mad when I'm ****ing with your (*****)
Ride on this (*****), got no love for this (*****)
I'm pulling out my nine have him crying like a (*****)
Ugly Mane never half-stepping, baby MAC-11
I got a whole lotta weapons
All up in the club with the gat and the **** too
Bypass security, a player boutta squeeze through
Hoeish ass *****, looking sloppy and ragged and talking like he coming after me
I'll put some slugs in his body ******
Don't get mad with me, murder's what it had to be
Talking all that reckless **** just is a tragedy
Hoeish Ass *****