Tana - ​hoes fall out lyrics

Read my comments, wait, so you
Don't like Tana? Bro
Why y'all keep sayin' that to me?
Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha
Ayo, what the fuck? (Sike) fuckin' idiot

That's why this lil' bitch keep
Hearing 'bout my name, I'ma be real
I don't know like too much
'bout this bitch but
I hit her lil' ass with the AK
223 bullets gon' shoot through
The muh'fuckin' roof, man
I made the lil' bitch do the Nae Nae
, but sometimes you be ridin' her, my nigga
You need a vacay'
I finesse her lil' ass then pretended
That I was the bad man
I ask her to do my muh'fuckin' homework
This hoe really stupid, she try to
I told the lil' hoe that it won't work

I don't even got a lil'
Sister, but fuck it
If I did I know shе get fold like a folder

Bro, Tana, that's it bro ha ha haha
Hahaha, smokin' on this gas
Wе don't care 'bout a broke
Uh, here we go again

, I'm startin' to think that you gave up
This lil' hoe is so fuckin' hideous
I had a party
Then I would just tell her I "stayed home"
My nigga heard her on the muh'fuckin'
Choppa illuminatti that you a lame hoe
You starting to get me real fucked up
How the fuck you gon' call out our opps?
You don't know what that mean, lil' hoe
Shut the fuck up

, little girl


'cause you gon' get down the fuck up
So I know that you stuck in depression
I know that you gon' hate to say
It, but listen, I be honest
I know you don't fuck with

That bitch said "I think we all
Be friends in about two weeks" (Fuck no)
That shit this shit has happened twice
(Fuck no)
And one time they have not came out



And I'm startin' to think that you gave up
'cause you always feenin' 'bout
I owned you in like a second moment
But you called me a opp

You got two-hundred K on a
Grammy, you still broke
You let that nigga distract you
Don't care how bad life get
I'll never go out and buy Adida tracksuit's
Her boyfriend and she did not know what to do
She attracted to, I swear
I might have to call a nigga