I Hate Hoes (feat. Lil Flash) - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars & Kodak Black

Lilah, flip that beat, yo Fuck that bitch, ain't no respect for her That lil' bitch turn her back so quick, you ain't got no check for her I seen the type of nigga she fuck with, no respect for her Act like a dog, then I take her to a pet store I fuck her crazy, then I move on to the next whore I'll do you dirty, have you knockin' on your ex door You think you bougie, but you bougie for the internet Your pussy dookie, gotta spit on it just to get it wet She fucked on goofy, say she wish that she could take it back Told me how you hate the clout, now you chasing that I can treat you like a clown, bitch, you waiting on a purse I can really put you down, bitch, you waiting on the first She say why I ain't fuck her twice? I say I'm waiting on my Percs I can see your cousins now with they faces on your shirt Hold on, wait, ayy, bitch Hold on, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, ayy Hold on, wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, ayy Hold on, hold on, wait, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, ayy Hold on, wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, uh Told me how many niggas you fucked You tell me how many dicks you sucked, I'm like Yeah, freaky bitch said we should take a turn When the fuck I say I'm coming back? They never learn Smoke a hotel bathroom out, then let the water run Count a hundred thousand cash, damn near cut my thumb Bitch, you can't lie to me, you can't tell me Wook can't fuck, uh You was actin' so unsure, we was takin' turns, uh You know damn well I fucked your friends, bitch, you got the nerve, uh You was tryna catch us up when you got the word, uh Answered the phone when he was callin', damn, that made her nervous He ain't even know I was at her crib, I'm like damn, I'm dirty Call Wook phone when I left, I said her pussy murder Plus she stay next to the opps, I had to close the curtains Fuck that bitch, suck a rich nigga dick I ain't the only rich nigga, I can't never give you kiss Let you suck it with the ice, you gotta mix it with the spit You can be my ho' forever, I could never give you shit Hold on, wait, ayy, bitch Hold on, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, ayy Hold on, wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, ayy Hold on, hold on, wait, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, ayy Hold on, wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, uh Yeah Fuck doin' all that neck for? For real, you can get your dick sucked

Leandoer! I don't want to hurt you, moving 'round in circles Will do if I have to, all I do is work you I got Gs on Gs like burgers, move it 'round like lurkers I lost all my urges, pink Polo, paint a circus Insert money, insert through, life is like a drive thru I guess I could die soon, I feel like a typhoon Smell like weed and perfume, smurf, blue pills like swirls All I smoke is herbal, Pradas, them be purple Mailbox clean, Donald Duck lungs I need a million dollars, not some bucks, son Duck 1, duck 2, paint a truck, son When we roll up, Gucci mats on my truck, son We'll come from pop anthrax, Air Max, we got 10 stacks I be smokin' tear gas, Percocet, that's a fear fact Yeah, I got my gear back, don't hold tears from years back Talkin', we don't hear that Fallin' off, we don't fear that I'm smokin' on nitrous oxide Holdin' shit down, I got mine My eyes red just like a stop sign I'm number 1, not no Top 5 I'm Blood Gang, Cap Gang, 4L Pills, weed, molly, Xanax for sale Got shooters out South, you don't know well They'll pull up right to your doorbell I'm too iced out, I'm a snowman Oh, ride in the foreign, get low ragged I'm out in Chiraq where it's cold at Went two nights and blow caps Yeah, Glo Gang, I own that Pull up on your block, blow your skull cap And I ain't really with no romance 'Cause I'm too busy callin' up the dope man Shooters all on my roster The whole team tryna get sponsored I'm jumpin' shit, Travis Barker Your blunt is like a pencil, mine's a marker, whaa And I see you're a talker So to shut ya ass up will be a motherfuckin' honor It's me and Young Lean overseas Smokin' dope, eatin' on some shrimp and lobster, whaa