BAMBI, KirbLaGoop - 8 Dead Hoes lyrics
[BAMBI, KirbLaGoop - 8 Dead Hoes lyrics]
Man, big dough, big dough, big dough
Selling hoes on the track, call
They don't know how it go in the four
And if they don't then their brains get blow
22 or 556, know we pimping in the mix
Came in for a one double o
Know we thugging and plugging till we go
And it's off top
You know we make this shit rock
Pick a spot, y'know we got the block hot
High off weed, goop, higher we go
Know we finna mack that bitch, fucking move
Thugging, plugging, opp in the pot
You ain't never seen shit
Boy you just sight looking
Play it larry, way he shot back
, I could cop that
Let's just stop the bullshit
Pick that boy with a full clip
Full clip, extendos
Kirb coming through out the window
Suck me while I'm sleeping like
She Kirby up in Dreamland
Wockhardt got me leaning feeling
Like a fucking kickstand
Everytime I take a flight I need
Me like six xans and
Everytime I'm cooking crack I need
About like six pans
Yo bitch is a big fan, fucked her
She got big cans
I'm sorry she don't fuck with you
Cause Bambi is a rich man
Spend a couple thousand on my watch
Call that wristbands
Spend a couple thousand on my watch
Call that wristbands
Used to sell blow, call me Bambi Pablo
I got eight bad hoes in the trunk of my Tahoe
Out here fuckin' balling like I
Hit the fucking lotto
Catching hella bodies like the
South side of Chicago pull up to your spot
Yeah you know I'll fucking pack you out
Left hook, right hook, call me Bambi Pacquiao
Pacquiao, Pacquiao, call me Bambi Pacquiao
Left hook, right hook, call me Bambi Pacquiao
Selling hoes on the track, call
They don't know how it go in the four
And if they don't then their brains get blow
22 or 556, know we pimping in the mix
Came in for a one double o
Know we thugging and plugging till we go
And it's off top
You know we make this shit rock
Pick a spot, y'know we got the block hot
High off weed, goop, higher we go
Know we finna mack that bitch, fucking move
Thugging, plugging, opp in the pot
You ain't never seen shit
Boy you just sight looking
Play it larry, way he shot back
, I could cop that
Let's just stop the bullshit
Pick that boy with a full clip
Full clip, extendos
Kirb coming through out the window
Suck me while I'm sleeping like
She Kirby up in Dreamland
Wockhardt got me leaning feeling
Like a fucking kickstand
Everytime I take a flight I need
Me like six xans and
Everytime I'm cooking crack I need
About like six pans
Yo bitch is a big fan, fucked her
She got big cans
I'm sorry she don't fuck with you
Cause Bambi is a rich man
Spend a couple thousand on my watch
Call that wristbands
Spend a couple thousand on my watch
Call that wristbands
Used to sell blow, call me Bambi Pablo
I got eight bad hoes in the trunk of my Tahoe
Out here fuckin' balling like I
Hit the fucking lotto
Catching hella bodies like the
South side of Chicago pull up to your spot
Yeah you know I'll fucking pack you out
Left hook, right hook, call me Bambi Pacquiao
Pacquiao, Pacquiao, call me Bambi Pacquiao
Left hook, right hook, call me Bambi Pacquiao