He Hoes

Lyrics

You fellas is he hoes (he hoes, yeeeah)
 Wish I could shoot you like free throw (free throw, yeeah)
 I don't need no new amigos (amigos)
 1 deep winning like I hit up the casino (casino)
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
 Where the real niggas at? I'm try'na locate y'all
 Not you tender dick niggas that be lettin' these hoes play y'all
 Gotta pay her rent so you can come with us to go play ball
 Wish a hoe would try to make me pay, I slap a hoe face off
 Ain't no love for these bitches, ain't no need to be friends
 Like I'm from squad, put 'em in a coffin is what they need to be in
 Niggas say they left handed, I know their knowledge ain't right
 They don't practice what they preachin', that shit done come from the lie
 All these pussy ass niggas in my face
 Scared of me, but too pussy to try to put me in my place
 Try to jump me, then I keep an unjumpable in my waist
 Everybody dead and gone, ain't no witnesses in my case
 Fuck a video shoot, fuck an award ceremony
 Ain't winning shit anyway, unless a rapper run up on me
 I got love for Mo City Texas, that's my hood my nigga
 But if it's fuck me, fuck you too, and it's all good my nigga
 I don't do no hand shaking, no tellin' what you been touchin'
 So they be like we love Z-Ro music, but motherfuck him
 Motherfuckers will piss on your legs and tell you it's rain
 They hate me cause I tell the truth, ain't scared to tell you you lame
 You fellas is he hoes (he hoes, yeeeah)
 Wish I could shoot you like free throw (free throw, yeeah)
 I don't need no new amigos (amigos)
 1 deep winning like I hit up the casino (casino)
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
 And then they wonder why my attitude is fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
 Representing for Sandra Bland, my attitude is fuck the law, fuck the law
 And everytime you lie to me homie
 It's a target on your eye to me homie
 Always talkin' dry to me homie
 Wanna do a drive by on me, don't they?
 Now you already know I already know you a fraud ass nigga
 You can't borrow nothin', you need to get a job ass nigga
 Always layin' down, you need to stand up
 They passin' out bricks in hustle class, you need to hold your hand up
 Always sayin' something about somebody, nobody ass nigga
 Only nobody is listening, somebodies can't hear you
 You gotta be out of space to beef with Z-Ro
 Come fuckin' with me, I'mma run your pockets, bitch I'm D-Bo
 You fellas is he hoes (he hoes, yeeeah)
 Wish I could shoot you like free throw (free throw, yeeah)
 I don't need no new amigos (amigos)
 1 deep winning like I hit up the casino (casino)
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:02
Key
7
Tempo
107 BPM

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