Lyrics

How to find a new hoe? I ran out of options You ain't gotta take it there All you do is pop shit All your niggas told on you You don't even pop shit Get the bag on touchdown I like playing offence All my places locked in They don't go nowhere, they locked in They don't go nowhere, they locked in They don't go nowhere, they locked in They don't go nowhere, they locked in She fuck up a price tag That my lil' woah Pick it up, it ain't fair Get it then I go, go Niggas try to hit a stain But they moving so slow Wylin' at a red light Cannon so they won't know Ooh, baby you stupid bad Know that bae in your bag Know that bae Put your pants on roller skates Put your last on roller skates She got a little attitude You swear you so classy I don't wanna leave her alone 'Cause the pussy taste like candy How to find a new hoe? I ran out of options You ain't gotta take it there All you do is pop shit All your niggas told on you You don't even pop shit Get the bag on touchdown I like playing offence All my places locked in They don't go nowhere, they locked in They don't go nowhere, they locked in They don't go nowhere, they locked in They don't go nowhere, they locked in
Writer(s): Hykeem Jamaal Jr Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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