Yori - 2813308004 (mikejonesinthishoe) lyrics
[Yori - 2813308004 mikejonesinthishoe lyrics]
You'se a petty little hoe, yeah
That's word to Maxo Kream
You want hoes in your DM
I want baddies in my sheet want my eye
Want that shit to be
Not that wavy shit you like
Not the shit you think it means
So don't act like you know me
Give me one reason why I shouldn't
Walk away when you speak
And I don't listen to it if
It ain't about that guala homie
She steady looking like
She wanting something, come talk to me
You cannot front on Yori
You should really hear my new shit
Heard you need a flow to take
So come on in and do it
Set that shit in stone
So I could fly that hoe to Houston
Do this shit for money and
My junk food and amusement
I just want to pull up
In that Phantom going stupid
I ain't never called upon no demon
Screw Lucy flower crown all on my head
I'm beasting but a beauty
Would she still want me if I
Was riding in that Buick
I ain't think she knew it so number 52
I do not worry 'bout ya
And I got guala stacked up
I set it up like Jenga
And if you hit my line with money
Then I just might go ring you up
And I keep it hella high
I be flying in the dust
We done came up for sure
We want hella bitches with
Cindarella attitude boy
Want a Rillo that gon' keep Yori faded
Fuck for sure
Want a Rillo that gon' keep Yori faded
Fuck for sure
That's word to Maxo Kream
You want hoes in your DM
I want baddies in my sheet want my eye
Want that shit to be
Not that wavy shit you like
Not the shit you think it means
So don't act like you know me
Give me one reason why I shouldn't
Walk away when you speak
And I don't listen to it if
It ain't about that guala homie
She steady looking like
She wanting something, come talk to me
You cannot front on Yori
You should really hear my new shit
Heard you need a flow to take
So come on in and do it
Set that shit in stone
So I could fly that hoe to Houston
Do this shit for money and
My junk food and amusement
I just want to pull up
In that Phantom going stupid
I ain't never called upon no demon
Screw Lucy flower crown all on my head
I'm beasting but a beauty
Would she still want me if I
Was riding in that Buick
I ain't think she knew it so number 52
I do not worry 'bout ya
And I got guala stacked up
I set it up like Jenga
And if you hit my line with money
Then I just might go ring you up
And I keep it hella high
I be flying in the dust
We done came up for sure
We want hella bitches with
Cindarella attitude boy
Want a Rillo that gon' keep Yori faded
Fuck for sure
Want a Rillo that gon' keep Yori faded
Fuck for sure