All-Stars Lyrics

White hoes

Black hoes

Foreign hoes

Red nose

Slim hoes

Thick hoes

Smart hoes

Dumb hoes

Phone rose gold

In some off-white clothes

If the bitch on go

Then a Nigga gone roll

Cause the hoe gone blow

Any Nigga with the smoke

All the jokes up

Hope the lil bitch

Don't choke

She got a dump truck

Might just put her

On the boat

Don't know how to stop

Cause I been on go

Can't come to my spot

If you ain't buying loads

If you making it hot

Then I got something cold

Don't care bout your Nigga

Don't care bout your bros

If you breaking the code

Then you gone get exposed

Got bitches with poles

That put holes in clothes

And they like to sell dope

Some play with they nose

Some clean as soap

Went down a different road

If the pussy is Holy

Ima catch the ghost

If pussy is evil

Ima hit the woah

She say that she love me

Cause I don't do most

Well baby I sit back

And I go with the flow

I can not let anything

Get out of control

I like when it's shakey

I'm rocking the boat

I splash in that water

The pussy get soaked

I'm busting that hoe

Like the pool from the store

I don't need a teacher

I don't need a coach

I don't need a preacher

I don't need a Pope

To know that these hoes

Will switch up on you for love

As soon as I hit the streets

Became the plug

I got anything

To block out

All the fake love

Mud, Buds, even

The designer drugs

White hoes

Black hoes

Foreign hoes

Red nose

Slim hoes

Thick hoes

Smart hoes

Dumb hoes

Phone rose gold

In some off-white clothes

If the bitch on go

Then a Nigga gone roll

Cause the hoe gone blow

Any Nigga with the smoke

All the jokes up

Hope the lil bitch

Don't choke

Either way it go

Turn a chick

To a freak hoe

Everybody know

That little bitch

Got good throat

Nice hips

Thick lips

Like to stare

In your soul

Shit might do it

For a brick

She might do it

For a bowl

That's a bad little hoe

And the whole gang know

She ain't got no shame

In her game she a pro

They gone make it rain

Ima make it snow

Watch her tears fall slow

Cause a nigga too cold

Don't post up no more

But still stop at the store

I don't work there no more

Cause I opened the door

And these niggas don't get it

So I had got more and

I'm talking galore

Galore galore

And these hoes I adore

Only when I get bored

Anything that I want

I know I can afford

No obi one kin nobe

I'm using the force

No Star Wars

But I'm in own universe

No light show

But laser and beams

On his shirt

I might go overseas

Or over shores

I been moving these Ps

I been doing these shows

Why these niggas

Still scheming

These niggas be broke

Man that shit

Have me screaming

But it is no joke

How you know

Cause I been

With them demons

Before

On that block

Where them niggas

Be selling that the dope

And they play with they life

With the dices the roll

Got the lean on some ice

For the nights it was cold

I'm not getting tired

But that shit getting old

I'm not getting higher

So I'm stuck with the smoke

Got to keep me some fire

Nothing else I can hold

You gone put up a fight

Or just pull out that pole