HOES MAD (EXTRA) ft. Young Blazy Official Lyrics

She all up in the crib, posting pics, got my hoes mad

I don't really care bae let's get 'em more mad

And I don't want to vent, I need soul ties

From the back, something like a book bag

I need company, pull up right here and just talk to me

And after you gon' throw it right back

She low key thinks that's all I want

So she gon' try to spoil the vibe

Please don't blow my high

Even if it's true, let's compromise

Girl, I suppose I

Try to make you improvise, yeah

They mad you mine, probably mad you bad

Beefing bout a bitch, tryna get a toe tag

You gon' probably get your fucking hoe throat packed

She was loving on a broke nigga, so sad

She needed this upgrade, nigga, so bad

She needed this upgrade, nigga, so bad

I'm fucking on your back and I'm gripping on your thigh

I'm never going wrong cause I'ma treat a bitch right

I built my self esteem so I ain't fucking up tonight

Lil' shawty, you mine

I love the game, I dedicated my time

Ain't no man gon' try to break me down

If you my dawg, I put my life on the line

And we going out of town soon I'm gotta be back, so

She throw the six up, she dripping like a monsoons

She left the pennies in the motherfucking wagon

I got my hands up in the skirt, she bout to pass on

The way she gripping on my dick, I'm bout to crash on

She told me she don't like to fuck without the lights on

We don't need the lights on, lights on

Yeah, I hope your nigga don't mind

He let me take his bitch and now the bitch ain't mine

She told me to go deep, I put my fist way down

She pop the kitty, I'm bout to bust right now

Do you

You really got me in the mood

When I need a nigga, I call on you

And I always call on you when I'm in the mood

She all up in the crib, posting pics, got my hoes mad

I don't really care bae let's get 'em more mad

And I don't want to vent, I need soul ties

From the back, something like a book bag

I need company, pull up right here and just talk to me

And after you gon' throw it right back

She low key thinks that's all I want

So she gon' try to spoil the vibe

Please don't blow my high

Even if it's true, let's compromise

Girl, I suppose I

Try to make you improvise, yeah

They mad you mine, probably mad you bad