Back to Top

Kassi D - FTH Lyrics



Kassi D - FTH Lyrics




Hey yo
F*ck these lil hoes, I ain't mean no sex offenders
Step into the ring, she thinks she the next contender
Hoe said she could rap, but ain't got no checks to send her
She ain't never got the credit, we got no AmEx to lend her

Lil bitch can't f*ck with me, so I gotta yell-out to Bodak
Presi flashin' on my wrist like it's sponsored by Kodak
My feed got em Thursday like a motherf*ckin Throwback
Bitches all in a panic, they better pop em a Prozac

Run Up like Major Lazer, bitches know that I'm strapped out
Blew stacks at Saks, so I had to pull the Black out
Wrist game Stone Cold, broke hoes is tapped out
Threw D's on the G, I call her Seal, Blacked out

Gave him oral like a sermon
So he cop me David Yurman
And a Porsche, I'm pushin' Germans
Chop it up like Uma Thurman

Flew to China, yes to Hong Kong
Told my sis, go play that Thong Song
Gettin' green, I hit that bong strong
The one ballin', yeah Lance Armstrong

Talkin' all this shit, I said F*ck These Hoes
They want beef? Ima have to chuck these hoes
Chickens gonna cluck? I gotta pluck these hoes
Big pimpin' lil bitch, I went and struck these hoes

Bitch I get that buck, Lambo truck, we froze
Dudes swingin' both ways, Ima duck these bros
Think they got the charm? They outta luck, these hoes
F*ck them motherf*ckers, I said F*ck These Hoes

Why do all these thots gotta tell us what they thinkin'
They wanna pen they thoughts, but they ain't got no ink--lin
Bitch I make it rain, while all them other hoes just sprinklin'
I be Reddi with the Wip, put the car in Park, no Lincoln

Garage be full of spiders, I ain't got arachnophobia
Bought em all in cash, yes I paid ya what I owed ya
I be drippin' all in diamonds, she be tryna ROCK zirconia
I be RUSSIAN to the jet, poppin Dom, bitch "Na Zdorovie!"

See I be rockin Dior, she can't afford Michael Kors
Cartier Goldfinger, I keep that Pussy Galore
Got the Love, Juste en Clou and the AP Offshore
Out in Vegas, The Delano, I ain't talkin' Adore

Bitch I really am a mogul
I see ya man, he came to ogle
Phoned him later on my mobile
We done f*cked around the global

Let's get Dirrty, word Christina
I went and Dunham, yes like Lena
I serve it up just like subpoenas
Helen Keller, no I ain't seen her

Talkin' all this shit, I said F*ck These Hoes
They want beef? Ima have to chuck these hoes
Chickens gonna cluck? I gotta pluck these hoes
Big pimpin' lil bitch, I went and struck these hoes

Bitch I get that buck, Lambo truck, we froze
Dudes swingin' both ways, Ima duck these bros
Think they got the charm? They outta luck, these hoes
F*ck them motherf*ckers, I said F*ck These Hoes

F*ck These Hoes
Man I said F*ck These Hoes
Ain't no luck with the buck, these hoes
Struck these hoes, I said F*ck These Hoes

All diamonds on my links, I said Ima cuff em
I stick it to the ice, bitch Ima puck em
Think they spittin' fire? Well I'm here to snuff em
My gang about to bang, you know we gon f*ck em

They say I'm bossin' when I'm flossin'
Revved the Murci, it's exhaustin'
Went and silenced the Lamb, Hopkins
Flew the Leery, no not Dawson

Neiman's shoppin', see me often
Balmain rockin', f*ck the costin'
Flow so sick, but I ain't coughin'
They red signs that I ain't stoppin'

Rang this dude, he lives in Austin
Serve him cake, he got the frostin'
8 that pussy like Kate Gosselin
Said his dick so bomb, it's Boston

Check the Patek, what's the time and
Wrist so diamond that it's blindin'
Hoes be gassin' me, they siphons
Bitches so busted like hymens

Called my dudes who wear the khakis
To f*ck up another rap b
Had her brush with fame, she nappy
Just f*cked up another rap beat

My dude James, he keeps it Harden
He tossed my salad, Olive Garden
Eatin' ass Daily, not Carson
I spit fire, was charged with arson

Made a fortune, no teller
Dog a bitch like she Old Yeller
When we f*ck, he say I'm stellar
Slayed his hard, on SM Gellar

I flip out racks, hoe yes I stunt
My foot be ballin', I go punt
We'd roll up on him, I'm so blunt
C U Next Tuesday, I'm a cunt

Talkin' all this shit, I said F*ck These Hoes
They want beef? Ima have to chuck these hoes
Chickens gonna cluck? I gotta pluck these hoes
Big pimpin' lil bitch, I went and struck these hoes

Bitch I get that buck, Lambo truck, we froze
Dudes swingin' both ways, Ima duck these bros
Think they got the charm? They outta luck, these hoes
F*ck them motherf*ckers, I said F*ck These Hoes

Bitch, F*ck These Hoes
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Hey yo
F*ck these lil hoes, I ain't mean no sex offenders
Step into the ring, she thinks she the next contender
Hoe said she could rap, but ain't got no checks to send her
She ain't never got the credit, we got no AmEx to lend her

Lil bitch can't f*ck with me, so I gotta yell-out to Bodak
Presi flashin' on my wrist like it's sponsored by Kodak
My feed got em Thursday like a motherf*ckin Throwback
Bitches all in a panic, they better pop em a Prozac

Run Up like Major Lazer, bitches know that I'm strapped out
Blew stacks at Saks, so I had to pull the Black out
Wrist game Stone Cold, broke hoes is tapped out
Threw D's on the G, I call her Seal, Blacked out

Gave him oral like a sermon
So he cop me David Yurman
And a Porsche, I'm pushin' Germans
Chop it up like Uma Thurman

Flew to China, yes to Hong Kong
Told my sis, go play that Thong Song
Gettin' green, I hit that bong strong
The one ballin', yeah Lance Armstrong

Talkin' all this shit, I said F*ck These Hoes
They want beef? Ima have to chuck these hoes
Chickens gonna cluck? I gotta pluck these hoes
Big pimpin' lil bitch, I went and struck these hoes

Bitch I get that buck, Lambo truck, we froze
Dudes swingin' both ways, Ima duck these bros
Think they got the charm? They outta luck, these hoes
F*ck them motherf*ckers, I said F*ck These Hoes

Why do all these thots gotta tell us what they thinkin'
They wanna pen they thoughts, but they ain't got no ink--lin
Bitch I make it rain, while all them other hoes just sprinklin'
I be Reddi with the Wip, put the car in Park, no Lincoln

Garage be full of spiders, I ain't got arachnophobia
Bought em all in cash, yes I paid ya what I owed ya
I be drippin' all in diamonds, she be tryna ROCK zirconia
I be RUSSIAN to the jet, poppin Dom, bitch "Na Zdorovie!"

See I be rockin Dior, she can't afford Michael Kors
Cartier Goldfinger, I keep that Pussy Galore
Got the Love, Juste en Clou and the AP Offshore
Out in Vegas, The Delano, I ain't talkin' Adore

Bitch I really am a mogul
I see ya man, he came to ogle
Phoned him later on my mobile
We done f*cked around the global

Let's get Dirrty, word Christina
I went and Dunham, yes like Lena
I serve it up just like subpoenas
Helen Keller, no I ain't seen her

Talkin' all this shit, I said F*ck These Hoes
They want beef? Ima have to chuck these hoes
Chickens gonna cluck? I gotta pluck these hoes
Big pimpin' lil bitch, I went and struck these hoes

Bitch I get that buck, Lambo truck, we froze
Dudes swingin' both ways, Ima duck these bros
Think they got the charm? They outta luck, these hoes
F*ck them motherf*ckers, I said F*ck These Hoes

F*ck These Hoes
Man I said F*ck These Hoes
Ain't no luck with the buck, these hoes
Struck these hoes, I said F*ck These Hoes

All diamonds on my links, I said Ima cuff em
I stick it to the ice, bitch Ima puck em
Think they spittin' fire? Well I'm here to snuff em
My gang about to bang, you know we gon f*ck em

They say I'm bossin' when I'm flossin'
Revved the Murci, it's exhaustin'
Went and silenced the Lamb, Hopkins
Flew the Leery, no not Dawson

Neiman's shoppin', see me often
Balmain rockin', f*ck the costin'
Flow so sick, but I ain't coughin'
They red signs that I ain't stoppin'

Rang this dude, he lives in Austin
Serve him cake, he got the frostin'
8 that pussy like Kate Gosselin
Said his dick so bomb, it's Boston

Check the Patek, what's the time and
Wrist so diamond that it's blindin'
Hoes be gassin' me, they siphons
Bitches so busted like hymens

Called my dudes who wear the khakis
To f*ck up another rap b
Had her brush with fame, she nappy
Just f*cked up another rap beat

My dude James, he keeps it Harden
He tossed my salad, Olive Garden
Eatin' ass Daily, not Carson
I spit fire, was charged with arson

Made a fortune, no teller
Dog a bitch like she Old Yeller
When we f*ck, he say I'm stellar
Slayed his hard, on SM Gellar

I flip out racks, hoe yes I stunt
My foot be ballin', I go punt
We'd roll up on him, I'm so blunt
C U Next Tuesday, I'm a cunt

Talkin' all this shit, I said F*ck These Hoes
They want beef? Ima have to chuck these hoes
Chickens gonna cluck? I gotta pluck these hoes
Big pimpin' lil bitch, I went and struck these hoes

Bitch I get that buck, Lambo truck, we froze
Dudes swingin' both ways, Ima duck these bros
Think they got the charm? They outta luck, these hoes
F*ck them motherf*ckers, I said F*ck These Hoes

Bitch, F*ck These Hoes
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Kassidy Morrow
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: Kassi D



Kassi D - FTH Video
(Show video at the top of the page)


Performed By: Kassi D
Language: English
Length: 3:50
Written by: Kassidy Morrow

Tags:
No tags yet