Hoeish Ass Bitch - Lil Ugly Mane

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I be that no good pimp type, punch you in your windpipe

Old school devil shit, fuck 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

Dope dealing money from the floor to the ceiling, you feel me?

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’ma hide your body where nobody can find, you a bitch

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Bitch you a bitch, you always been a bitch

Boy you’re looking mad when I’m fucking with your bitch

Ride on this bitch, got no love for this bitch

I’m pulling out my nine have him crying like a bitch

Ugly Mane never half-stepping, baby MAC-11

I got a whole lotta weapons

All up in the club with the gat, and the weed too

Bypass security, a player boutta squeeze through

Hoeish ass bitch, looking sloppy and ragged

And talking like he coming after me

I’ll put some slugs in his body cavity

Don’t get mad with me, murder’s what it had to be

Talking all that reckless shit just is a tragedy

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