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Da Hol 9 - That's Her lyrics
[Hook: Kaos - repeat 2X] She be by her damn self Derty cuz she tiiired She ain't go no time For these niggas and they liiives She don't fuck wit hoes cuz They drove and kuniiiiivin Yes'ir yes'ir yes'ir Yes'ir that's her [Verse 1: Kaos] There she is dime diva, miss Cinderella Hangin out wit all her fellas She ain't no female friends cuz all these hoes jealous Can't keep no nigga cuz they can't keep up And Sunshine don't heard it all than 4 mo' peep-up She know the game inside, she know we all about Women and diamond, tryin to buy em, grind em and ride She got her own car, own crib and long as she got Fresh batteries she don't need a nigga for shit (hell nah) She a workin woman, nickname Pumpkin, straight out the block In her 'Cedes bumpin, she roll pumpin Da Hol' 9's album She keeps it locked to this station becuz they cert'y heat and they hit you with live AC clubbin urry week She got her preference when she come to the club She tokes a burner in her purse and she keeps her own bud She's been called a scandalous, pussy suckin dyke Bitches say she trickin hella just cuz she the shiiit [Hook] - repeat 2X [Verse 2: Kemo] Yeah, girl why don't you take a trip to myself Catch a flight, girl pay for the ticket Bring ya girlfriend baby we can kick it Take you away from everything wicked You may only think that I wanna do is stick it, shick it Create a little mischief, when I look at that ass make a nigga Straight think about a buttermilk bis-CUIT! (yes'ir) You say you diggin my style but ain't been wit a nigga in a while And I think you bullshittin, you say you don't put a nigga dick in ya mouth (boy please!) Get the fuck up out the pants, man fuck about the last, nigga that Ran up in that ass, would've been a laugh, eat sperm Baby girl till you get a little taste (yes'ir yes'ir) See baby girl rollin in a Lexus, tellin Kemo he can't sex shit Look at the necklace, you can tell she don't want nuttin but the "best" shit She don't gotta roll solo no mo', Golo, rollin wit the Polo, suit Wit the matchin boots but you don't gotta call her no ho though What I need is a woman like you see, so we can kick it up like Bruce Lee Get the puss-y, in the movie, so much don't move me The fuck you be lyin for? that's what this rhymes for You ain't got no time to be cryin for [Hook] - repeat 2X [Verse 3: Kaos] She sick and tired of these niggas wit all they hoes and they bitches Thinkin when they get them digits, and smashin always when they visit Niggas be constantly trickin, off on they dicks on they missions But derty gon and admit it, you know she don't wanna kick iit.. So you thinkin you can smash, and get it to the pad So what's up wit that? (you ain't gettin no ass) You say she talkin trash, and you get mad Urry spot of that (you ain't gettin no ass) Ay derty take it from Kemo and Kriss Kreingle, she single Cuz she ain't never had a mandingo Pretty eyes, beautiful smile, thick thighs, could maybe bellon me Wit that belly ring and that baby hella fine Goddamn, lips glossed, tat's wit them fly nails Pullin a wagon just like a fuckin Clydesdale Niggas constantly trickin, they be tryin to hit it daily It's obvious, why you don't kick it, bitches steady hatin All these hoes keep yo name in they mouth like dick And urbody sayin who you done fucked You've been called a scandalous, pussy suckin dyke Bitches say you trickin hella just cuz you the shiiit [Hook] - repeat 2X [Kaos] You got these hoes always hatin on you... And niggas steady tryin to get wit ya crew... You say you heard they can't take it wit you... Yes'ir yes'ir yes'ir Yes'ir that's her |
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