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Tuck That Hate In (slowed down)
BashfortheWorld
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Got too many hoes goddamn
Got too many roll goddamn
Too many flows goddamn
(Ooh, Ooh)
I got too many flows goddamn
Too many roll goddamn
Too many hoes, Aye
Bash, why you love the hood and still slide through, don't you stay in the burbs?
These hoes may lie with you, got a pretty ass face but them hoes still birds
Might claim she'll die for you but a bitch gone snitch when that bid get heard
And them folks might ride with you 'cause the plot gets thick when that pot gets served
But I can't even say no words
Can't say shit when you jockin' first
And I ain't tryna spare no verbs
Won't even quote your name in no verse
Broke boy tryna hop in her purse
You wasn't talkin' shit when you wasn't poppin' them pะตrcs
Ooh, got it straight out the dirt (Keep goin')
Pussy ass boy I got it straight out the earth (Keep goin')
Aye, but hit your man wit' a brick or sum
Lะตt him slide on the lick or sum
Get him lit wit' a zip or sum
Count money, get a bitch or sum
Instead of hating on me for nothin'
Instead of hating nigga, we be stuntin'
Instead of hating nigga, we getting money, goddamn
Aye, Cause my dope just came from Cliff-side
These hoes might get dirty, might get freaky down on this side
Might slide through your home to take you out then end up inside
Might fuck with Caucasians or lil Blasians with some thick thighs
Aye, cause you know I'm not monogamous
These niggas name synonymous
Slide through for esophagus
I drive through Metropolis
Count money, what the problem is?
Raw nigga, thought it obvious
Don't know what a condom is
Show me through Metropolis
Count money what the problem is
Raw nigga, thought it obvious
Don't know what a condom is
Show me where the drama is
I can't even rock four braids no more
These niggas wanna be just like Bash
Copy my swag, tryna jack my flow
They might talk like it's all 'bout gas
I been tryna smoke but they still won't show
They might front like they all 'bout cash
Looked in the bank, no racks no more
Damn, hold on
Turn a three strand twist to a two braid row
Big Bash flex finna count bankroll
Yea I'm gettin' money and I ain't no hoe
Hold on, damn
Might slide through the town, pop a perc, get throwed
Nigga get geeked, slide through to the show
Folks see red but I still see gold
Hold on, damn
Aye, cause I might got
Too many hoes goddamn
Got too many roll goddamn
Too many flows goddamn
(Ooh, ooh)
I got too many flows goddamn
Too many roll goddamn
Too many hoes goddamn
(Aye)
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