Still lay low between the treble and the bass though
She's a dime out a benjamin, what a hoe
Im a boss bitch ,but im not a hoe
Now i'm laying out at the delano though
Let me be clear homeys a faker
Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator
Now i know a lotta styles, some see
It's a mystery how you came to be
Ill come an slap a hoe around
Can't break up to make up,she wake up, im out
So she went across the street, gave him a kiss
Making a how to be successful researches,
Tinted out, you ain't seeing through
Hoe i'm mad ,let them boo,
Where they find me, 16 on death row
Your mom blows, she's a hoe
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