Brotha Lynch Hung, Chopah, K5 - Naked Cheese lyrics

I run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years i cant believe
Somebody put they paws in my naked cheese
Thats why i
Run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years i cant believe
Somebody put they paws in my naked cheese

Met me a top notch about 19
Saw the goldies and let me up in the splene
She got freaky when she smoked that weed
Thats why i couldnt wait to
Make the young bitch bleed
I had my champagne cut with
Some rump in the butt
In the back seats where i??
She said cant be yo bitch but
I just love to fuck
Man i be havin them type of


Ho's coughing up blood and guts
No matter what i got the access checked
The mattress and got my strap
Cause rival hoods'll have you end up
Thats why i carry that Mini-Mac
10 on the dot and im at yo spot (now what?)
In the Cut with the killa
Green and it really aint
All that bad if you supply me some splene
Know what i mean i had to check that ho
If not i bet u'd see that
Bitches brains on the flo'
(You know) my weed aint have no seeds in it
Foggin up the Cutlas Supreme
Rollin down the street in it
Aint to need in it if there
Aint no weed in it
Nigga i be off the hook like a telephone when
Fuckin with some of dat
Light green seasonin'
Anyways, i had the black briefcase
And im'a leave this situation
Without a trace
We gets to the place i dont really
Wanna do it all night long
But im off that Ol E and im'a
Probly do it all night long
In the morning im gone
When you be hittin me on my dispatch
You be tellin em you the main one
But now fuck what you yellin cuz i

[Chorus x2 (Lynch) ]
...run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years i cant believe
Somebody put they paws in my naked cheese
Thats why i
Run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years i cant believe
Somebody put they paws in my naked cheese

Met this bitch while i was lookin for a zip
She had a seven-deuce Cut and
I was trippin off da
I was off dat Alize, everyday, hard as fuck
Knowin bootches aint shit so i fucked that
Notch in the back of the
Cut and got the fuck up
Saw my nigga Phonk Beta picked him up
He had a fat sack of bomb and
A blunt i said roll it up
Now im twisted with a pitch grip on
The Alize and two miles away
From a hit i met the other day
Told her i was on my way...over
In my brothers cocaine white nova
Shift kit, high rise manifold, 350 motor
Told her i was two years older
Cuz i run through ho's like
Pounds of the douja'

...run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years i cant believe
Somebody put they paws in my naked cheese
Thats why i
Run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years i cant believe
Somebody put they paws in my naked cheese

I run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years i cant believe
Somebody put they paws in my naked cheese
Thats why i
I run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years i cant believe
Somebody put they paws in my naked cheese
Thats why im runnin through them
Ho's like pounds of weed
Sittin' bitches on the curb
And hittin' the 350
(50)
And all these years i cant believe
Somebody put they paws in my naked cheese
Thats why i run through ho's
Like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years i cant believe
Somebody put they paws in my naked cheese
UH fo'the nine nebin
Aint got no down ass bitch on my side
You know Phonk Beta (what up?)
Down ass bitch on my side
Just had a brand new baby
Fo the nine nebin (nebin)
Baby Kevin