Lyrics:
Спечу тобі пиріг І назву його hoecake У мене не всі вдома Клич мене CRYSTALMISTAKE Нахуй легені Я люблю вулицю, там мій прибуток В торбині унція Без неї
em, who's the OK Like collard greens and Hoecakes I got soul, that's something that you ain't got That's why your style is rotten Stop in the land
em, who's the OK Like collard greens and Hoecakes I got soul, that's something that you ain't got That's why your style is rotten Stop in the land
by the smoke shop Norman Bates work the night shift late Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake Bust a maneuver Freddy Kruger,
hoecakes But ya nigga still over here in my plate I don't want him Ya got a PHD, Magna Cum Laude But ya nigga love me with a GED I don't want him You
hoecakes But ya nigga still over here in my plate I don't want him Ya got a PHD, Magna Cum Laude But ya nigga love me with a GED I don't want him You
She cooks him ham and hoecakes At 5:30 in the morn She does the dishes And irons his uniforms And she thinks she might have loved Him once but that
trill nicca You dont like me watch me cope a Feel And thats just keeping it trill nicca But i cant hear you over pussy Squeals I tell that hoecake to shut
An we Boss Hogen G Town niggas Flossen on you hoecake ass Niggas getting slapped up I got the mini mak bruh Who really wanna act up You act tough You get
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