Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Hey You lyrics

"Hey!, Hey bitch! What the fk?! You can't
Hear or something?! Hey look ho
You looking for a motherfking thug?"

Hey you (Who me?)
That's right (What's up?)
Let's go someplace, so I can lace you up
I need a thug bitch
About as raw as they come
Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit
It's on

Hey love, do them titties got a name
This is dead body game let
Me see you shakin' something
I ain't impressed by hoes with attitudes
I'm impressed by the way them
Hoes is mad at you
I ain't spending honey real
G's don't shed funds
I ain't sensitive like Brian McKnight
I'm tryin' to fk remy and Coke
Dick all in and out of your throat
Until that bitch started to choke, no joke

Hey you (Who me?)
That's right (What's up?)
Let's go someplace, so I can lace you up
I need a thug bitch
About as raw as they come
Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit
It's on

Hey bitch, do your momma know you outside
Hanging in the passenger window
Of my hoo-ride and I can barely see the ass
Stacked off in the pants
And she talking real fast
The bitch kinda smelt like fish and chips
But boy did she have a
Set of dick sucking lips
Told her what she wanted to hear
So I could get all in her cat
Dead homie all up in her cat
Now picture that

Hey you (Who me?)
That's right (What's up?)
Let's go someplace, so I can lace you up
I need a thug bitch
About as raw as they come
Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit
It's on

Hey bitch hoe, I need a thug bitch hoe
What's you say you let me keep
A hold of all your bankroll
I won't spend it all in one place
And I can shoot a load
To cover your whole waist
All up in your face like a true thug
All in your shit
In my eyes you only worth what you come with
I want shit like your pockets
But what about the 'dro?
Come on you know I got um

Hey you (Who me?)
That's right (What's up?)
Let's go someplace, so I can lace you up
I need a thug bitch
About as raw as they come
Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit
It's on