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Javen McCray
Javen McCray
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Lyrics

Hold up
Yeah
Okay
I want that ho', she a eater
(What the fuck, don't want a treesha), what?
My pockets fat like my D, damn
(I just might fuck her and leave her), damn
I kick that bitch out, I can't keep her
Damn, I can't fuck with that ho', she a treesh
I don't give a fuck, he try his luck
I got a Glock and I'm keeping it clutched
And shoutout my gang, they showin' love
He passin' them bricks, I ain't talking 'bout Russ
And I don't give a fuck, he try his luck
I got a Glock and I'm keeping it clutched
And shoutout my gang, they showin' love
Shoutout my gang, they showin' love, yeah
I shoot my shot like a free throw, okay
I want that ho' she a freak
I want- I want- I want that hoe she a freak ho'
I want that ho' she a freak
I want- I want- I want that hoe she a freak ho'
I want that ho' she a freak
I want- I want- I want that hoe she a freak ho'
I want that ho', she a eater
What the fuck, don't want a treesha, what?
My pockets fat like my D, damn
(I just might fuck her and leave her), damn
I kick that bitch out, I can't keep her
Damn, I can't fuck with that ho', she a treesh
I don't give a fuck, he try his luck
I got a Glock and I'm keeping it clutched
And shoutout my gang, they showin' love
He passin' them bricks, I ain't talking 'bout Russ
And I don't give a fuck, he try his luck
I got a Glock and I'm keeping it clutched
And shoutout my gang, they showin' love
Shoutout my gang, they showin' love, yeah
Written by: Javen McCray
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