Des Hoes Know

Lyrics

[Intro] These hoes know I showed my ass (Ooh, J-Alley, this that one) Talk that shit, spend that bag Talk that shit, spend that bag These hoes know I showed my— yup [Verse 1] You gon' hear some rumors 'bout me and them bitches fluke But these hundreds real and them bitches blue You lil' hoes I done fucked, this goes out to you You said we were dating and that was not the truth Givenchy joggies, seven hundred for the top and bottom Diamond link, my shit, nigga, it ain't hard to spot me Got a bitch so thick, blowin' smoke besidе me Talkin' crazy like, "Oh, this bitch bought this body" [Chorus] Thesе hoes know I act bad Slang that dick, shake that bag (Let's get a bag) You don't like my jeans, say they wack Poor-ass boy, this two zips of crack (Nigga) Rock a real-life marksman, Chucks so heartless (Baow) Flurry turn a heat to chillery, feelin' this cartridge Cast callin' me now, my boy a dog We got choppers on the mattress, we put targets on the wall Fuck boy, this the mile, swear this shit for real (Shit for real) Talk shit, get you stumped, send a shot, you kill Lil' hoes gon' give me no type of thrill (Nah) Got so many fuckin' diamonds, bitch, I'm Dolla Bill (Freak bitch) Let her hold my charm, make them do that freaky shit Say I need to learn how to fuck, come and teach me, bitch I'm a whole quarter richer when I leave the 10 (Yeah) Stickin' with that broke nigga, he gon' leave your ass These hoes know I buy bags We link up, they fuck fast (Let's get a bag) Your nigga hip, now he mad He stay on tip, I stay strapped (40) Give me a second, boo, I gotta get the Rollie clean I stopped the bold shit, you might not even smoke this weed Don't you ever call my phone, play no role on me Now put your legs in the air, bitch, and hold your feet Ayy, I'm so hands on in my kitchen (Skrrt) Ayy, took the mask off, felt like Hendrix 2K, tryna fuck, I felt like trickin' (I got it) Taught a bitch so bad, I felt like kissin' Niggas starin' at my kit tryna guess them bitches (You like these?) That's them Valentinos, even felt them bitches Starin' at it, punk bitch, boy, the belt go with it Lookin' for my scale, somebody come smack this nigga [Chorus] These hoes know I act bad Slang that dick, shake that bag (Let's get a bag) These hoes know I buy bags We link up, they fuck fast You don't like my jeans, say they wack Poor-ass boy, this two zips of crack (Nigga) Your nigga hip, now he mad He stay on tip, I stay strapped