Hors D'oeuvres (feat. RokHowz, ED Wrd & Dreis Major)

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This ah fucking love song
Ah Love song for the Hors
I feel like they don't get no love any more
She the one You call when You wanna score
Make sure You beat it up
And leave that pussy sore
I wanna
Shout out Juwanna
She eat meat like a piranha
Like she Kin to Jeffrey Dahmer
Think I met her at McDonald's
She like
Her and her Baby Father had some drama
Told Us come and kick it with her
She stay with Her sister Donna
They bout to jump in the sauna
She digging my Persona
She like
The way My whip is tinted like Obamas
And I get that marijuana shipped in from
North Carolina
My dick hanging like ah comma
I'm Part Man part anaconda
And She
Know that pussy good that shit Bananas
It's always wet warm just like a trip to the Bahamas
And She
Good with wood I think her parents Amish
If she was Jewish
She probably dip you in some Hummus
I'm just trying to say She's talented
She get it From her Mama
The kind of chick that come and chill then let the Homies bomb her
OK
This ah fucking love song
Ah Love song for the Hors
I feel like they don't get no love any more
She the one You call when You wanna score
Make sure You beat it up
And leave that pussy sore
彼女は彼と話しません
Kono Jo wa kareto hanashemasin
Shemasin
It's ok if you don't understand
Understand stand
Shawty gone slide on me and my mans
Slide Slide
Hit me on FaceTime she coming wit her friend
one or two
Beat that pussy up they bounce cuz they ain staying
They ain stayin
昨日、私たちはビデオを作りました
Keno watashtachi wa bideo o tsukuri mashta
Giving slop top
Drive By
While I hot box
Fox trot
Ain the countess on this yacht
子供たち じゃぁな
さよなら
Konomodachi
Jana
Sayonara
OK
This ah fucking love song
Ah Love song for the Hors
I feel like they don't get no love any more
She the one You call when You wanna score
Make sure You beat it up
And leave that pussy sore
Only got one question
Why Soon as looked his bitty took
She left him crippled like he jimmy brooks
Look how he look
It's that sididdy type that made ju look
This is any hook
Still still gotta love tho
Can't love them tho
I tell 'em go ahead
Live ya life & grow
Holup
I tell 'em
Back up
Running tabs up
Buying bags up
Rolling the gas up with the whole team
And I'm looking all confused like what chu mean
OK
This ah fucking love song
Ah Love song for the Hors
I feel like they don't get no love any more
She the one You call when You wanna score
Make sure You beat it up
And leave that pussy sore

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