Weed Hoes Dough Lyrics

Weed Hoes Dough lyrics

I'm pushin for the single yo, c'mon



Yo lock the door, uh huh



Ya heard, uh, uh



C'mon, yeah



Y'all know who it is, or should I say what it is



Uh, uh







[Verse 1]



All Drag do is fuck bitches, and drain his body



Kickin bitches out the bed and sleep next to a shottie



A bitch'll never get me pump, I make niggas pump IV



I'm the type to follow the cops wit a midget drivin me



Make them think the car drivin itself, and I'm in the passenger seat



Signal lights, stashbox, a package of D



Drag dash, I'm happy to be



On, this rap shit is like a jacket to me



I wear it with cracks in my sleeves



So I keep it on, don't never take my jacket off cuz my shit be gone



What are you, lost your mind?



It took my time to cut these dimes



So I could dump drug a few minds, so don't make me bust a few nines



Dip the T T in polish watch the shoe shine



Slip in the Tunnel with a banger in my bootline



All it takes is the finger to make a sour sit, linger



Double R is hard, the rest of y'all is R & B singers







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WEED



That's what we smokin up



HOES



That's what we pokin up



DOUGH



That's what we foldin up



That's all we know about







[Verse 2]



I got more bullets in my clip, than chocolate got in chip



I got more bitches suckin dick, than niggas smokin niks



I got more shit up in my whip, than most niggas got in cribs



I got more, blocks of raw while y'all tryin to stop wars



Coward nigga lock your doors



I'll come through with the locksmith and pop it



With the glock 4 and show y'all what a mouth's for



I got black steel, blue steel, wheels, I mean wheelchair



Cuz Drag is real fair, it's all real here



I own more buildings on my block, than real estate, philly ave



Hit ten niggas I'm tryin to see mils like Billy Gates



Cuz me in Philly rollin dutches



Me and Eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin off bitches' weaves



Double R, pop niggas, make niggas bleed



Fiends come to me my top rock's been asleep



Seven foot bouncers bout to be six feet, under me



Now that's a foot left, you shouldn't have took that step







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[Verse 3]



I know y'all wish y'all woulda, shoulda, coulda



Didda, getta, gotta, guns we cock it then pop it



Make 'em holler and swallow



Niggas stop it, catch it, all up in his jacket



I'm not a stingy nigga, I'll let a nigga have it



Hate chips that go away, lookin like white coke



Sit in the sun long, come back like french toast



Hair was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is brown



Used to frown, now you smile, nigga must have left you now



Went from bikes to the car, from the cars to the boat



Went from keys to the coke, went from coke to the dope



Went from cracks to the raps, went from bats to the gats



Went from slums to the stats, been to London and back



Me change cuz I rap, I can't do it



I went from muggin y'all to payin niggas to do it



It's all the same stupid



I got cake on cake, cuz I went from pow to pow



Wit my family, two R's, Ryde or Die







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