Freddie Gibbs, 2 Chainz - Neighborhood Hoez lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
Tauheed Epps
[Freddie Gibbs, 2 Chainz - Neighborhood Hoez lyrics]
Sitting back
Getting by dick sucked by the neighborhood ho
East side local 304
Stay twisted off that reefer smoke
Stay twisted off them potent pills
Might just taste the powder back
Candy nose, man I ran these hoes
In a white Range Rove'
'bout to pound her back
No strings attached
Bitch might be a ho but she my homie though
She got that friendly pussy
When I touch down she let my homies go
Preacher's daughter
Choir every Sunday bitch you known to blow
When I was on the block broke back in '04
Bitch act like she ain't know me though
But it's all to the good, baby I forgive ya
Hoes caught up in the hype
See the chrome shine bright
And now they think I'm they type of nigga
This ain't a date and never hesitate
You can put your lips where you
Like but I like my swisha
"Fred you so cold on a ho" I know
But I just sit back and get chose
All about my stacks fuck a rat bitch
I'm gon' stay on ten toes
Got doctors, models, college freaks
And broads on strip poles
When I'm tipping in the G
Gotta smoke one with my neighborhood ho
Man, sometimes I like to kick
It with them neighborhood hoes
Get drunk and puff a swisha
With them neighborhood hoes
My bitch say I stay fucking
With them neighborhood hoes i swear
Man it ain't nothing like
Them neighborhood hoes
I'm riding around and I'm getting it
You riding around and you didn't
I am riding around with semis
Life's a bitch so I pimp it
Bread long like Pippen, Gucci on, not Dickies
I will dick her down so quickly
I draw pistols with no pencils
You know what I'm here for
That's to get dough
Hotter than six niggas in a
Pinto with the vents closed
Period, menstrual, sentimental bimbos
Telling me they love me but
Been with all my kinfolks
Want a slice like Kimbo, ice like igloo
I like a girl that like
Doing what her friend do
'Specially if it's me and I'm
Laying in the middle and all my verses cold
My microphone should wear a trenchcoat
Trapping at the Citgo, yea the Citgo
Now I'm the shit
I remember when I was piss poor
Neighborhood hoes still hanging
In the neighborhood
And I don't have to talk too
Much cause my paper do
Getting by dick sucked by the neighborhood ho
East side local 304
Stay twisted off that reefer smoke
Stay twisted off them potent pills
Might just taste the powder back
Candy nose, man I ran these hoes
In a white Range Rove'
'bout to pound her back
No strings attached
Bitch might be a ho but she my homie though
She got that friendly pussy
When I touch down she let my homies go
Preacher's daughter
Choir every Sunday bitch you known to blow
When I was on the block broke back in '04
Bitch act like she ain't know me though
But it's all to the good, baby I forgive ya
Hoes caught up in the hype
See the chrome shine bright
And now they think I'm they type of nigga
This ain't a date and never hesitate
You can put your lips where you
Like but I like my swisha
"Fred you so cold on a ho" I know
But I just sit back and get chose
All about my stacks fuck a rat bitch
I'm gon' stay on ten toes
Got doctors, models, college freaks
And broads on strip poles
When I'm tipping in the G
Gotta smoke one with my neighborhood ho
Man, sometimes I like to kick
It with them neighborhood hoes
Get drunk and puff a swisha
With them neighborhood hoes
My bitch say I stay fucking
With them neighborhood hoes i swear
Man it ain't nothing like
Them neighborhood hoes
I'm riding around and I'm getting it
You riding around and you didn't
I am riding around with semis
Life's a bitch so I pimp it
Bread long like Pippen, Gucci on, not Dickies
I will dick her down so quickly
I draw pistols with no pencils
You know what I'm here for
That's to get dough
Hotter than six niggas in a
Pinto with the vents closed
Period, menstrual, sentimental bimbos
Telling me they love me but
Been with all my kinfolks
Want a slice like Kimbo, ice like igloo
I like a girl that like
Doing what her friend do
'Specially if it's me and I'm
Laying in the middle and all my verses cold
My microphone should wear a trenchcoat
Trapping at the Citgo, yea the Citgo
Now I'm the shit
I remember when I was piss poor
Neighborhood hoes still hanging
In the neighborhood
And I don't have to talk too
Much cause my paper do