LFM Tee2x, Trillforeva KG - How Many

How many hoes you got
Bit you know me Ion really be stun no hoes bit
You know i be chasin that paper fr Big Facts
How many bros you got
A few Im telling ya all them niggas slidin bout me too they really fuckd up
We finna go crazy on this bitch too

How many hoes you got a few how many them hoes come through
How many bros u got a few how many them boys gone shoot
In the clutch nigga wassup
Dont look down nigga catch up
You as real as the nigga u let
Around you while you getting yo check Its a bet
Everybody not real somebody gone fold
These hoes a mess
Wherever the money at thats where they gone go
Young nigga dont stress
Just keep grinding and stand 10 toes
Yea rep yo set
Im throwing Ls and im throwing up 4s

All the fuck niggas that I used to have round me they got weaved out
Every shells that I keep on stuffing in this 30 its getting squeezed out
Every house that I seen my cousin them in them boys was trapped out
And every hoe that tried to play up under T yea they crapped out
Like dice Glock 23 guard me like mike
Feed these hoes bread crumbs like mice
Put a nigga on Tee make em meet christ damn i'm nice
Ayee they thought I was green bean cause I was out hea showin nem major love
And they took it for granted and ran wit it now begging me to forgive em thugg
God forgives but thats hard for me
Cause what you did still bothers me
The best thing I did was cut you off
Cause yo moma couldve made a go fund me
I had herd of hoes now im down to 2
I had a herd of potnahs now it's just a few
These niggas need fie just to feel comfortable im good anywhere like Gokuu

How many hoes you got a few how many them hoes come through
How many bros u got A few how many them boys gone shoot
In the clutch nigga wasssup
Dont look down nigga catch up
You as real as the nigga u let
Around you while you getting yo check Its a bet
Everybody not real somebody gone fold
These hoes a mess
Wherever the money thats where they gone go
Young nigga dont stress
Just keep grinding and stand 10 toes
Yea rep yo set
Im throwing Ls and im throwing up 4s

Im throwing up Ls an 4s
Constantly flipping an working dese loads these hoes on go
The niggaz thats with me they riding fasho best to believe Im keeping a pole
My city its wicked an dangerous niggaz be hating man that shit out of control
Jealously hurt weezy told ya keep u some tissue theyll come wipe yo nose
Dont come round you knowin yeen wit me I feel fake love I feel the tension
I open my eyes I see the vision
These niggaz an bitches ain't really wit me
I came from the struggle
I learned how to hustle
I turnt up my hustle
Got it str8 off the muscle
These niggaz be bitches they really be busters
These hoes aint shit just Wanna nut Cluster
I done been crossed cant get close to me
I ran up my money thats how it suppose to be
The niggaz behind me if ever fall off just know they coming thru they the crutches for me
How many niggaz gone slide for u
How many hoez gone ride for u
Words from the wise they aint fwy young nigga they just at ya paper foo

How many hoes you got A few how many them hoes come through
How many bros u got A few how many them boys gone shoot
In the clutch nigga wassup
Dont look down nigga catch up
You as real as the nigga u let
Around you while you getting yo check Its a bet
Everybody not real somebody gone fold
These hoes a mess
Wherever the money thats where they gone go
Young nigga dont stress
Just keep grinding and stand 10 toes
Yea rep yo set
Im throwing Ls and im throwing up 4s

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LFM Tee2x, Trillforeva KG

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