Wifisfuneral, Robb Bank$ - Save a Hoe lyrics

All purpose phone, yeah, yeah
Do it all, yeah, you dig that, uh huh
Yeah, Rich Gang or don't bang
For life (Tell 'em free my brothers)
Ayy, yuh

It go like, one, two, three
Four, five, six, seven, ayy
(Yuh) how many thots think that they
Gon' get to heaven? (You dig)
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ayy
(Yuh) how many thots think that they
Gon' get to heaven?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
One, two, three, four (Four)
Five, six, seven fuck niggas at the door
(Whoa, whoa) one, two, three, four (What up)
Five, six, seven, eight bitches at the door
(Okay)

What you want? Take me to the floor
(To the floor)
I could fuck your bitch right now
We'll be done (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Bought my bottom bitch a crown, she a star
(yeah, you dig)
It be feelin' like a drought when it's gone
(SSET, SSET)

Mix the Hi Tech with the Par
That's that do not sip (Ayy, dig)
Tell me why your baby momma on my jock, yeah
(She on my jock, I don't know why)
We gon' pull up with that smoke
Just like a high spliff, yeah
(Brr) we gon' pull up with that smoke
Just like a high spliff, yeah
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
223 up in his chest that shit might drop shit
(Brr, brr)
If I'm ridin' with that 40, that's a hot clip
(That's that hot shit, Grr, grr, woo, woo)
If I'm popping' on a Perc
I might get high bitch (Woo, woo)
We the cleanup crew might pull
Up with a mop stick (Woo, grr, grr)
Got them bands, nigga, I can't stop shit
Nigga i'ma lay that rock bottom down
Dwayne Johnson (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Crack too many seals
A nigga think that he Steve Austin
(Tuh, SSET) vVs on my chest, boy
You know that this shit ain’t flawed yea
(SSET, SSET)
Oh, only smoke the grass, but where the leaf?
Oh, I'm tryna fuck that bitch and leave
Oh, grass type Pokémon, Eevee
Oh, spread your rolls, but I got seeds
Got seeds
And them boys drink Karo, not lean (Not lean)
Drinkin' so much sip, I think my liver bleed
(Liver bleed) legs wrapped around my neck
Like she the leader (Yuh)
Spanish bitch, lil momma, she a eater, oh
(Ah)
When I get up in this bitch (You dig that)
Wet floor, caution sign, feel this drip
(yeah)
Thirty-six, this that Wu Tang shit (Yuh)
Hold up, like, thirty-six
This that Wu Tang shit (You dig)

We gon' make her come and suck that dick, uh
(On God)
We gon' make her come and suck that dick, uh
(Woo, woo)
Lil momma, come fuck with my clique, uh
(On God)
Lil momma, come and feel this drip, uh

It go like one, two, three
Four, five, six, seven, ayy
(Yuh) how many thots think that they
Gon' get to heaven? (Rah)
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ayy
(Yuh) how many thots think that they
Gon' get to heaven?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
One, two, three, four (Four)
Five, six, seven fuck niggas at the door
(Whoa, whoa) one, two, three, four (What up)
Five, six, seven, eight bitches at the door
(Okay)