ContraVein - Hoes

Alright we got the uh, third song from 2017
Little uhh, little fun fact about it, it was the first song I every wrote
So I hope you all enjoy
Alright, let's do this
We be gettin' money 'till the day that we drop
The Hypothesis is the shit, bitch you are not
Wishin' we would help you out, yeah you woulda thought
We be gettin' money from these pills we gonna cop
Walkin' down the street just flipping the bird
Back in high school they used to call me a nerd
Now we makin' big bucks, haven't ya heard?
Bathing in our money, man it's just absurd
Wishing you could be us, yeah we at the top
It's tough man, this rapping game be nonstop
Working so hard it's just like a sweatshop
Got all those Benjies though, ain't no photoshop
I guess you can say all our hard work paid off
All this not one mothafuckin' rip off
When you with your girl, she think you a turn off
That's why you go home every day and jerk off
See? There's a difference 'tween you and me
You got one bitch, I'm over here with three
My number two is your bitch, and she's all up on me
We talk 'bout you a lot, yeah she way you peewee
You know you got then hoes
You know we got them hoes
You know you got then hoes
You know we got them hoes
You know you got then hoes
You know we got them hoes
You know you got then hoes
You know we got them hoes
Imma let you in on a little secret
All this money be coming from uniqueness
Gettin' a new Lambo? Yeah, that's frequent
Compared to each other we simply aren't equal
Cuz life just don't seem the same with no hoes
Fucking damn bitches is all that we knows
You walk around with your discount clothes
Last time you saw a bitch you just froze
Alright what else we got to talk about
Oh yeah I forgot, you're a fuckin' sell out
You think you're cool? You a drop out
I'll knock you're muthafuckin' bitch ass out
After that I be takin' your bitch out
She pick me every day, yeah that's a no doubt
Go home play some Jenga, practice my pull out
Then she go back to you, and you a fuckin' strikeout
I really don't know which one it is
Is it the cars or is it the careers
Got a P1, switch the gear, watch them clothes disappear
That's why they call me lyrical Shakespeare
You know you got then hoes
You know we got them hoes
You know you got then hoes
You know we got them hoes
You know you got then hoes
You know we got them hoes
You know you got then hoes
You know we got them hoes
Yeah these girls ain't free
But yet I still got three
You're pesky like a flea
You are not the OG
I'm sugary like sweet tea
Feel my sting like I'm a bee
When I'm done you're gonna be
Out of shape and flimsy
Got these girls up on me
Cuttin' you like an amputee
My rhymes are so dirty, they convict me
But I'm an escapee
Red card from the referee
Murder to the third degree
You're a rapper wannabe
Ain't nobody
Catching up to me
Yeah, that's what I was like back in 2017
Fun fact ContraStyle and AndreA were also written back in 2017
But I thought they were good enough for the first album

Written by:
Jason Ardan

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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