HOE OUT! ft. Amberlicious, Ava & BritneyPlastique Lyrics

Who clockin' my tea like, what bitch

You a chop ho, you need to cut it

Blah Blah Blah, you need to shut it

Move along or ooh just shove it

Diamonds in my teeth

They so blindin', you can't see

I ride that dick then I ride the beat

Blow-blow, 6 inches on my feet

Don't come riding down my street

You cold bitches can't take the heat

Dog ass hoe, behave for a treat

You not no standout, how you gone take my seat

Ima give it to you raw, ima give it to you real

You bitches ain't got no sex appeal

Ain't got the look, or the bag, or the juice, or the swag

Need a coordinator to take the wheel

Britney gon' work it out

Heels on when I step out

I make it work for a dollar

It's time to hoe out

Shake what your mama gave you

If you ain't shakin', then I'm 'bout to make you

Ladies, get in formation

Suck that dick, no hesitation

I'm just like, "Why they all mad at me, though?"

Wanna fuck? Then just let me know

With Jade, and we snortin' snow

Mad at me just 'cause I'm a hoe

And, bitch, I'ma fuck the beat up

So hot, but I still turn the heat up

If you're a hoe, then let me hear you speak up

Wanna get sucked? Let me know where to meet up

I don't give a fuck unless a trick is tryna pay me

And I ain't with that fake shit, bitch I'm really crazy

I hope all you little ho's, know not to play me

I'll leave your body dead, and your momma in a haney

Bitch I'm KOVAKISSIT

I'm a hoe explicit

They think that I'm a baddie

But I'm really a misfit

Twist my nipples for some trick on camera

Up all night so, I can get my bands up

And when the anthem play you know bitch, I'll never stand up

A.V.A, bitch I'm so quiche

I'm starting my own niche

Was locked up in the house

But now I'm outside like a treesh

What's the word, I'm still amazing

My donut need some glazing

My highlight scintillating

Ho you dried up like a raisin

Need that bread, need that brioche

Come eat this fucking choch'

Slide me like 50 bands

To stuff up in my louis tote (Huh)

Take a PJ to Beijing

My phone gon' always ring

My brand new trick Chinese

And he buy me everything

Get Dior and Chanel

It's 'cause I'm hot as hell

My only goal in life is money

'Cause I love the smell

I'm feeling fucking swell

We roll deep, no damn Adele

I'm a bad bitch all the fans could tell

Runnin' from the paps like a damn gazelle

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