See niggas be tripping mane
And niggas be snitching mane
12 be hot on the scene cuz niggas be flexin and fakin that shit so lame
These bitches ain't worth it mane
H O E S I don't love em
So just hop up out my zone
I see the real put nothin above em
See, me I'm just chilling mane
But don't test me I'm insane
Sticking your nose to the back of your brain, bloody bitch I'ma real one hoe
Bitch it's the end I'm snatching yo soul
Angels were quiet but demons they spoke
The less you talk the more you will know
Stupid niggas be yelling it's hot at the Grove
But bitch I'm exclusive just leave me alone
Drip on my body feel like I'm from Rome
I got the toaster it's heating yo dome
All bout my damn divs, bitch where my fed note?
Lucked up, f*cked up, you niggas are outta luck
Drop to the ground, I could air out and let out some rounds
But bitch you a clown no worries for niggas around
Cuz I hold the crown
Take the shit if you tryna get down
Demons in me and they lurkin around
Black forces and I'm waiting around
We under the ground
LURKIN AROUND LURKIN AROUND
SHUT UP LIL BITCH. DONT MAKE A SOUND!
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See niggas be tripping mane
And niggas be snitching mane
12 be hot on the scene cuz niggas be flexin and fakin that shit so lame
These bitches ain't worth it mane
H O E S I don't love em
So just hop up out my zone
I see the real put nothin above em
See, me I'm just chilling mane
But don't test me I'm insane
Sticking your nose to the back of your brain, bloody bitch I'ma real one hoe
Bitch it's the end I'm snatching yo soul
Angels were quiet but demons they spoke
The less you talk the more you will know
Stupid niggas be yelling it's hot at the Grove
But bitch I'm exclusive just leave me alone
Drip on my body feel like I'm from Rome
I got the toaster it's heating yo dome
All bout my damn divs, bitch where my fed note?
Lucked up, f*cked up, you niggas are outta luck
Drop to the ground, I could air out and let out some rounds
But bitch you a clown no worries for niggas around
Cuz I hold the crown
Take the shit if you tryna get down
Demons in me and they lurkin around
Black forces and I'm waiting around
We under the ground
LURKIN AROUND LURKIN AROUND
SHUT UP LIL BITCH. DONT MAKE A SOUND!
And niggas be snitching mane
12 be hot on the scene cuz niggas be flexin and fakin that shit so lame
These bitches ain't worth it mane
H O E S I don't love em
So just hop up out my zone
I see the real put nothin above em
See, me I'm just chilling mane
But don't test me I'm insane
Sticking your nose to the back of your brain, bloody bitch I'ma real one hoe
Bitch it's the end I'm snatching yo soul
Angels were quiet but demons they spoke
The less you talk the more you will know
Stupid niggas be yelling it's hot at the Grove
But bitch I'm exclusive just leave me alone
Drip on my body feel like I'm from Rome
I got the toaster it's heating yo dome
All bout my damn divs, bitch where my fed note?
Lucked up, f*cked up, you niggas are outta luck
Drop to the ground, I could air out and let out some rounds
But bitch you a clown no worries for niggas around
Cuz I hold the crown
Take the shit if you tryna get down
Demons in me and they lurkin around
Black forces and I'm waiting around
We under the ground
LURKIN AROUND LURKIN AROUND
SHUT UP LIL BITCH. DONT MAKE A SOUND!
Writer: John Bangura, Julian Hodges
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid