Kreo Kuttz - Hood Bitch

Go 4 broke Entertainment, it's Kreo
You need a hood bitch, we come pretty and ghetto
Not them girls that just talk shit, but the ones who step though

Pretty bad, thick ass, and it move like Jell-O
Get a bag and put it back and stack that shit like Legos
You need a hood bitch, we come pretty and ghetto
Not them girls that just talk shit, but the ones who step though

Pretty bad, thick ass, and it move like Jell-O
Get a bag and put it back and stack that shit like Legos
I'm a hood bitch at heart, but I'm a money maker, straight hustler
I can take any nigga check and spend his shit without fuckin' him

Kre never been no broke ho, a nigga, money don't excite me
I'll fuck him like a lil slut bucket then feed him like I'm his wifey
He ain't never been overseas, but he say this pussy taste Hawaiian
He pay me just to eat it, you can ask him, think I'm lyin

A hood, pretty, red bone, kinda thick and I'm a dime
I'm ridin' round the city with my nigga, committing crimes
If he pop off, I'ma get that nigga, bitch
I ain't sittin' up on no side watchin' my nigga do shit

If he wanna spin a Benz, I'm takin' him on that lick
He told me he need a queen, I told him I need a slim
These bougie bitches be basic, no, they can't fuck with the best
Put a hoe in the hospital, no, she can't cope with depress

You'll think I'm wearin' spikes, how I'm plantin' on they necks
And no, he do not work for Nike, but he steady writin' checks
You need a hood bitch, we come pretty and ghetto
Not them girls that just talk shit, but the ones who step though

Pretty bad, thick ass, and it move like Jell-O
Get a bag and put it back and stack that shit like Legos
You need a hood bitch, we come pretty and ghetto
Not them girls that just talk shit, but the ones who step though

Pretty bad, thick ass, and it move like Jell-O
Get a bag and put it back and stack that shit like Legos
Yeah, she run her mouth, but can she back it up
I bet she the type who calls on her daddy when it's tough

I'm straight up out the hood, you know I gets it out the mud
I can bag up all his work, or set a lick up for the plug
He eyeing me down so nasty, I'm hood as fuck, but I'm classy
You wanna fuck with a bougie bitch, or you want you a savage

Your back, I promise I have it
The laws come ima stash it , he's spoilin' me with the plastic
This money flippin' gymnastic, I'm hotter than hot on acid
He want me, have his son, hood bitches, we takin' over

We milkin' niggas for fun
Yo, bougie bitch gon' be scared, can't no nigga get spared
I cock it back for my nigga and put one up in the head
He rollin', he know I'm rockin', won't ever let him get sloppy

I suck him dead, get a casket, I'm pleasin' him with the toppy
Hand counting the money, make sure that we ain't get shortage
This gas stankin' so bad, I had thought this nigga had farted
You need a hood bitch, we come pretty and ghetto

Not them girls that just talk shit, but the ones who step though
Pretty bad, thick ass, and it move like Jell-O
Get a bag and put it back and stack that shit like Legos
You need a hood bitch, we come pretty and ghetto

Not them girls that just talk shit, but the ones who step though
Pretty bad, thick ass, and it move like Jell-O
Get a bag and put it back and stack that shit like Legos

Written by:
Jackie Briggs

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