HOE OUT!

[Verse 1: Jade Nicole]
Who clockin' my tea, like what, bitch?
You a chop ho, you need to cut it
Blah-blah-blah, you need to shut it
Move along or, ooh, just stuff it
Dia-dia-dia-dia-dia-diamonds on my teeth
They so blindin', you can't see
I ride that dick, then I ride the beat
Blow-blow, six inches on my feet
Don't come ridin' round my street street
You cold bitches can't take the heat
Do-do-dog-ass ho, behave for a treat
You not no standout, how you gon' take my seat?
I'ma give it to you raw, I'ma give it to you real
You bitches ain't got no sex appeal, like
Ain't got the look, or the bag, no juice, no swag
Need a coordinator to take the wheel

[Verse 2: Britney Plastique]
Bri-Britney gon' work it out
Heels on when I step out
I make it work for a dollar, it's time to ho out
Shake what your mama gave you
If you ain't shakin', then I'm 'bout to make you
Ladies, get in formation
Slap that dick, no hesitation
I'm just like, "Why they all mad at me, though?"
Wanna fuck, then boy let me know
With Jade and we snortin' snow
Mad at me just 'cause I'm a ho
And, bitch, I'ma fuck the beat up
So hot, but I still turn the heat up
If you a ho, then let me hear you speak up
Wanna get sucked? Let me know where to meet up

[Verse 3: Amberlicious]
I don't give a fuck unless the trick is tryna pay me
And I ain't with that fake shit, bitch, I'm really crazy
I hope all you little hoes know not to play me
I'll leave your body dead and your mama in a haney
Bitch, I'm Kova Kissit, I'm ho-explicit
They-they think that I'm a baddie, but I'm really a misfit
Twist my nipples for some trick on camera
Up all night so I can get my bands up
And when the anthem play, you know, bitch, I'll never stand up

[Verse 4: Ava Expensive]
A-A-A-V-A, bitch, I'm so quiche, I'm starting my own niche
Was locked up in the house, but now I'm outside like a treesh
Check this, I'm still amazing, my donut needs some glazing (Uh)
My highlights scintillatin', ho, you dried up like a raisin
Need that bread, need that brioche
Come eat this fuckin' choch
Slide me like fifty bands to stuff up in my Louis tote, uh
Take a PJ to Beijing, my phone gon' always ring
My brand-new trick Chinese, a-a-and he buy me everything
Get Dior and Chanel, it's 'cause I'm hot as hell
My only goal in life is money 'cause I love the smell
I'm feeling fuckin' swell, we roll deep, no damn Adele
I'm a bad bitch, and my fans could tell
Runnin' from the pops like a damn gazelle, wait

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