Lyrics Lil Donald – Hoe County
Text:
I know them broke niggas hate me
I know them broke bitches waitin’
So I can fuck on ’em, cuff on ’em, cuff on ’em
Cuff on ’em, fuck on ’em daily
I want that house with no rent on it
They say it’s plenty fish in the sea
I think it’s time to go fish homie
But how many hoes can I have?
Made that ho count up a bag
My new bitch pussy was trash
So I went fucked on my last
Tell that ho count up the bag
Tell that ho count up the bag
Man I fucked her and you can’t
That’s why this makin’ you mad
That shit be hurtin’ your heart
I just be playin’ my part
I don’t be stupid with niggas
I just be playin’ it smart
I got that bag like a cart
You can come shop with your boy
I hit your ass on the mark
I shoot your ass like a dart
Bitch I’m a dog like Scooby
I won’t freeze up, I’m shootin’
Bitch found scratches on my back
She know I fucked with a cougar
I want the downloaded head
But she got virus, computers
I’m a big dog and you knew it
Look at this weed, we grew it
Look at this dope we brewin’
This is no coffee lil nigga
That ho go that sauce here lil nigga
Don’t want to off you lil nigga
But you do too much talkin’ lil nigga
You gon’ make me pull up with the chopper lil nigga
I know them broke niggas hate me
I know them broke bitches waitin’
So I can fuck on ’em, cuff on ’em, cuff on ’em
Cuff on ’em, fuck on ’em daily
I want a Benz with the tint on it
I want that house with no rent on it
They say it’s plenty fish in the sea
I think it’s time to go fish homie
But how many hoes can I have?
Made that ho count up a bag
My new bitch pussy was trash
So I went fucked on my last
Tell that ho count up the bag
Tell that ho count up the bag
Man I fucked her and you can’t
That’s why this makin’ you mad
Look at this money we gettin’
Boy we stay down in the trenches
Make your head spin like a fidget
If you try any my niggas
How the hell you screamin’ money
But you keep askin’ the ticket
Just bring some cash with you
Got enough and you’ll get it
Told that ho count up the bag
Bustin’ me up when she fiendin’
Put toothpaste all in her mouth
She ain’t gotta go to the dentist
Lil Caesar, it’s already ready
Don’t make me mad, I get petty
Won’t let you get fully dressed
Pull off before you get ready
So don’t keep on hittin’ my phone
Baby I’m already gone
These niggas hatin’ on me
They tryna fuck up my zone
I done did all different cities
I done see all different bitches
I done ate all ‘cross the world
But still want my grandma’s chicken
I know them broke niggas hate me
I know them broke bitches waitin’
So I can fuck on ’em, cuff on ’em, cuff on ’em
Cuff on ’em, fuck on ’em daily
I want a Benz with the tint on it
I want that house with no rent on it
They say it’s plenty fish in the sea
I think it’s time to go fish homie
But how many hoes can I have?
Made that ho count up a bag
My new bitch pussy was trash
So I went fucked on my last
Tell that ho count up the bag
Tell that ho count up the bag
Man I fucked her and you can’t
That’s why this makin’ you mad
