Yeah Hoe (feat. K Nasty & D Reid) - Flo Boy Joe

(JUMPA, make it jump) Wer war schon immer Rap seit den ersten Parts auf Insta, hah? (Yeah, hoe, yeah, hoe) Wer grindet Sommer hot und knipst Bitches aus im Winter, hah? (Yeah, hoe, yeah, hoe) Wer fährt hier zur Show mit zwanzig Barbies in 'nem Sprinter, hah? (Yeah, hoe, yeah, hoe) Welche Frau sitzt auf dem Thron? Von wem klingt ihr wie die Kinder, hah? (Yeah, hoe, yeah, hoe) Badmómz, female Pimp, deutscher Rap ist wie mein Bordell Business over bitches, hoffe, das ist klar im Vorfeld Heißt, ich fick euch mit der Linken, während die Rechte grad das Forbes hält Frag ma' deine Freundin, nein, ich brauch mich nicht mehr vorstell'n LGBTQ ist keine Promo, das' 'ne Haltung Diese Bitches sind wie Gänse, für Brot dreh'n sie ihren Hals um Mein Erfolg nicht automatisch, fahr diese Schlampe auf Schaltung MTV Best German Act, yeah, I did it without an album Halbes Jahr Insomnia, Grund, warum ich jetzt famous bin Never fakin' it, tell them bitches I'm always makin' it Frag sie, wer mit Füßen auf dem Tisch beim Majorlabel sitzt I'm on some heavy playboy shit, jag Millis wie Jeff Bezos Bitch Fame-Boys tun auf Day-Ones, woll'n in Kommis dafür Props Doch kennt er den Text von "Papi" nicht, dann wird er safe geblockt Dich triggert mein Bikinifoto, Outfit Lara Croft Ich zeig so lang Titten, bis du scheiß Neandertaler kotzt Wenn ich will, dann leck ich rum, wenn ich will, zieh ich mich aus Mach das nicht für Algorithmen, sondern Chicks, die sich nicht trau'n Baller Lines auf Bundesliga-Level, Shoutout Christoph Daum Wegen meinem letzten Album ist jetzt deine Bitch versaut Tu mir ein'n Gefall'n und mach hier nicht auf Feminismus Wenn paar Typen mich beleidigen, bist du die einfach hinguckt Versteh mich hier nicht falsch, komm auch ohne dich drauf klar Doch für dich ist Female Empowerment ein Promotool für Charts Ja, dein bester Kumpel rappt und meint, ich sei zu Mainstream Macht auf Untergrund, hat von mei'm Erfolg Daydreams Neid kommt nur durch Ruhm, heißt im Endeffekt gefällt's ihm Also sag ihm: "Halt die Fresse", und er soll hier nicht den Held spiel'n Ich war schon immer Rapperin Keine Insta-Bitch, TikTok-Wack-Dancerin Keine Beauty-Blogger, auf Popsongs hängende Nie für Kamera flennende oder das Cash rennende Hoe Wer war schon immer Rap seit den ersten Parts auf Insta, hah? (Yeah, hoe, yeah, hoe) Wer grindet Sommer hot und knipst Bitches aus im Winter, hah? (Yeah, hoe, yeah, hoe) Wer fährt hier zur Show mit zwanzig Barbies in 'nem Sprinter, hah? (Yeah, hoe, yeah, hoe) Welche Frau sitzt auf dem Thron? Von wem klingt ihr wie die Kinder, hah? (Yeah, hoe, yeah, hoe)

Hah I love my stove (Делит на бите, сука) Ayy, yuh, yeah I be eatin' the pussy, sippin' Henny, I'm gon' fuck it up I got all the fuckin' bands, ho, we can chill or some'n I don't wan' care no more, that nigga, you should give me your shit Smokin' Backwoods, side nigga, I'ma slice you up or some'n Gang gang, he ain't flippin' no shit Yo' bitch do the same thing, but I ain't change This Scotch got me real fucked up, she finna get fucked up I'm a fucking bartard, got all the heart, I gotta lick her cunt Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh I know lots of niggas that got guns for fun And when they handlin' the drum they go dun-dun-dun Because they comin' and it's rainin', cover up the sun I know a self-snitch, tell him if you up to some'n But I cap in my raps, so the rats cannot tell the difference I like snorting smack off her back while I'm acid trippin' I might put the 'Gnac in my crack, now my butthole sippin' Bitch, I like to cap, like a hat Anarchy the mission Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (I sell crack, nigga) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

I've been gone a long time Lost in the seven seas. Sail on, don't you come back Until you learn the birds and the bees. Who will you find waiting for you, Squeeze blood into [in the?] wine. Left to call my preacher And my very lovely wife. Chorus (1) I said, hey now, knocked down, why'd you do it, Roll me like a hurricane. All is a bust and I'm numb, like novocaine. Who done it, what's up, you said, Sell me out why don't you boy, I'm alone, severely broken, I'm a dislocated boy. I have thought to rise my dictions And I've suffocated my pride. (Be)fore you and I embarked on One hell of a ride. Boy, I've had these blues Since I been six years old. But tell me don't you worry (A)bout my very heavy load. Chorus (2) And I said, knock down, drag out, bar fight, Knuckles on the floor. and there's shattered glass, And one hell of a scar. Broke down and hungry, you said so. Sell me out, why don't you boy, I'm alone, severely broken, I'm a dislocated boy. All I need is my old guitar, And I'll play you the best damn blues. Heavy affections, and I hate to lose. Thirty-five years ago, I was born on Robert Johnson's. It's all been for you baby. I'm gonna make it back someday. Repeat Chorus (1) So tell me about your working class hero, baby Tell me 'bout your... Mine was born in Mississippi, 'round 1923. Blue collar flannel shirts Was my Father's way. Worked in a factory, 'Til his dying day. Repeat Chorus (2)

Oh, I had my mother tell me, "Son You have brothers but you're lonely one" She knew what she had to do All my life reaching out for you I believe Lonely boy this time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time Well, she strut her stuff down Oxford Street She looking like she hadn't eat I tell myself what could go wrong Another tale of the same old song I believe Lonely boy this time Oh, I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time Early morning, starting school Soon became the classroom fool Went to church in my Sunday shoes People talk about my point of view I believe Lonely boy this time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time Well, a spoonful of white Just to try to get her black I know my baby's gone She makes me blow my stack I believe Lonely boy this time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time

Terror Squad... Bad Boy... Joey Crack Girl I gotta do what I gotta do Change my life (Change my life) Make things right (Make things right) And girl I'm a bad boy so I gotta do what I gotta do Risk my life (Risk my life) In the late night (In the late night) Cause girl I'm a bad boy yeahhhhhh I know at times you feel stressed out But I'm tryin' to set you up so later I can buy you up this guest house But for now I gotta hug the block I know you sick of visits from undercover cops Runnin' to the kitchen tryin to hide the box Just give me a minute and I'm gonna flood you with rocks I gotta wicked jump shot but let's be real Aint no scouts gonna give a sad nigga a deal I gotta do what I gotta do that's whats up What's with this new attitude you know bitch that is what's up I'm a Bad Boy like 'Mike Lawry' How you think you got that rainbow Louis Not with a legal job's salary Ma' we got you stuck off the realness You know the infamous You heard of us It's your Bad Boy business men Me and Joey Crack gettin' benjamins Sittin' in the Vanquish, the same color as cinnamon Ma' I'm tryin' to be your knight and shinin' To put you in the house on the Cayman Islands Spend your whole life with stylin' With that light that got me Through it all you was right behind me And ma' I know I gotta change But right now a nigga is dealing with alot of things It's not the same Girl with me you can achieve whatever But I can't change, I'm a Bad Boy forever

Oh, I had my mother tell me son You have brothers but you're only one She knew what she had to do All my life reaching out for you I believe Lonely boy this time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time Well she strut her stuff down Oxford Street She looking like she hadn't eat I tell myself what could go wrong Another tale of the same old song I believe Lonely boy this time Oh, I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time Early morning starting school Soon became the classroom fool Went to church in my Sunday shoes People talk about my point of view I believe Lonely boy this time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time Well a spoonful of white Just to try to get her black I know my baby's gone She makes me blow my stack I believe Lonely boy this time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time