Just DaMil - Hoes On Me!

I got hoes on me, hoes on me, hoes on me
Hoes on me, hoes on me, hoes on me
Riding round I ain't cheap (Uuuahhh) got that fast car
Riding round with these hoes (Uuuahhh) yea these foreign broads
Walk up in the mall yea you know (Yeaaa) wassup
Flawess diamonds on me (Yeaaa) make them see the stars
I got hoes on me, hoes on me, hoes on me (Hoes on me)
Hoes on me, hoes on me, hoes on me (Hoes on me)
I got hoes on me, hoes on me, hoes on me (Hoes on me)
Hoes on me, hoes on me, hoes on me (Hoes on me)
Y'all fuck niggas already know wassup (Oouuaahh, oouuaahh, oouuaahh)
.556 hit you and your bruh
Smoking the ops got that bitch in my lungs (Ahhhhh)
Smoking the ops got that bitch in my lungs (Woah, ahhhhh)
Riding round with a hundred feds up on the drum (Yea, brrr, ahh)
Riding round with a car (Car)
Speeding off I'm high (High)
She said you go far (Far)
I know I'm on top (Top)
Riding round I got a beam on me yea (Yeaaaaa)
Riding round I got a stick on me yea (Oouuaahh)
Heard your bitch wan come and top on me yuh (yea yuh, yea yea yea)
Heard these niggas wanna kill me wassup, yea wassup
Riding round I ain't cheap (Uuuahhh) got that fast car
Riding round with these hoes (Uuuahhh) yea these foreign broads
Walk up in the mall yea you know (Yeaaa) wassup
Flawess diamonds on me (Yeaaa) make them see the stars
I got hoes on me, hoes on me, hoes on me (Hoes on me)
Hoes on me, hoes on me, hoes on me (Hoes on me)
I got hoes on me, hoes on me, hoes on me (Hoes on me)
Hoes on me, hoes on me, hoes on me (Hoes on me)
Hundred thousand up on my neck
Jewels up on me I can't flex
I got diamonds, I might flex
Fucked your bicth, and fucked my ex (Fucked my ex)
Whole lotta diamonds on me, I came in cold ass shit (Oh my god)
All my of my diamonds built, you know I'm cold as shit (Yea, yea, yea)
Uh, fuck these percs yea, I might crash 100 (Yea, yea, yea yeaaaa)
Fuck these percs yea, I might crash 200 (Woah, woahhhh)
Speeding off yea, on the dash 300
Fucked your girl yea nigga you was stunting
Nigga you was stunting
Fuck that op I'm running
Glock up on my hip
Lil bitch, she was running
I can't talk to ops
Niggas they be fronting
Fuck all my ops
Nigga they be running
Running
Running
Nigga they be
Running

Written by:
Daniel Ellis

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