Famous Hoes

作词 : Bryson Potts

作曲 : Bryson Potts

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NLE the top shotta

I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda

Get a b!tch and make her famous, next minute she block me

Thirty in this Perky, need to slow down on the Roxys

Got a call, my n!gga died, I damn near skipped a heartbeat

Lookin' for your love, but your feelings is departing

Pull up on the wrong street, you n!ggas getting blicked out

Gun up in my hand while I fxck her with my d!ck out

We was really in the trenches, thuggin' in the Choppa house

Don't you tell me that it's smoke, because you know that we gon' bang it out

I don't even know which car I'ma drive (Drive)

Roll a three-five, now I'm too damn high (I'm too damn high)

B!tch, I'm in my zone, don't you kill my vibe (Don't you kill my vibe)

If a n!gga play, you know them choppers gon' ride

That micro Draco clip, it look like a banana (Like a banana)

A n!gga look wrong in this b!tch, we gonna blam him (Grr, grr, grr, grr, grr)

A lot of choppers when we ride, raise the count up (Raise the count up)

I robbed the corner store, the gun over the counter

And I ain't gotta spin back because I know he dead

Ain't no surviving when you shoot a n!gga right in his head

Paramedics asking questions 'bout that boy and the meds

But they know he ain't gon' make it, so they pronounced him dead

Get a b!tch and make her famous, next minute she block me

Thirty in this Perky, need to slow down on the Roxys

Got a call, my n!gga died, I damn near skipped a heartbeat

Lookin' for your love, but your feelings is departing

Pull up on the wrong street, you n!ggas getting blicked out

Gun up in my hand while I fxck her with my d!ck out

We was really in the trenches, thuggin' in the Choppa house

Don't you tell me that it's smoke, because you know that we gon' bang it out

They gon' feel me, NLE the motherfxckin'...

NLE the top shotta, yeah

Pull up on the wrong street, you n!ggas getting blicked out

Gun up in my hand while I fxck her with my d!ck out

We was really in the trenches thuggin' in the Choppa house

Don't you tell me that it's smoke, because you know that we gon' make it out