Yeah Hoe by Ev B, Wes B Lyrics
[Verse 1: Ev B]
To my fans around Pasadena represent
Cuz I love you all your what I call a true friend
Cuz I'm still young but they know how I does
From the city of the B's still trynna create a buzz
Fuck the emulators I'm trynna spend new papers
I gotta write a rhyme sorry girl I'll trim you later
People like my style the hater eliminator
I'm flowing like the Nile amazing with pen and paper
Tell the truth kid yeah all my rhymes lucid
Only way you can't understand me is if you stupid
Who's this new kid making me look clueless
They can see me but can't catch me I'm too elusive
Truth is there's not a rapper my age as great as me
You can name any but I bet I make him take a seat
Real rap is gone well Ima fill the vacancy
I came to do it watch me prove it yes I will just wait and see
[Chorus]
Yeah Hoe! x16
[Verse 2: We$ B]
Bottles on top of bottles models on top of models
Shifting gears in the coupe I'm talking full throttle
New city new bitches yeah I'm too active
I approach your girl cuz I'm trynna see what's happening
Smoking writing rhymes hell I do it with a passion
And if you ain't notice came a long way from that trapping
Bad bitches staring at the diamonds that I'm wearing
I'm the best spitting nigga there ain't no comparing
I come from the city the city of the Denver Lanes
Where them hoes get ratchet and them fucking hammers bang
Where them bricks get to moving 5 0 clueless
I'm hustling deep you must got me confused with
Them lames ma this that fucking trap music
I count it up I ain't got no time for excuses
I'm effective to rappers yeah the fucking truth is
I got that work nigga I ain't even gotta prove shit
[Chorus]
Yeah Hoe! x16
To my fans around Pasadena represent
Cuz I love you all your what I call a true friend
Cuz I'm still young but they know how I does
From the city of the B's still trynna create a buzz
Fuck the emulators I'm trynna spend new papers
I gotta write a rhyme sorry girl I'll trim you later
People like my style the hater eliminator
I'm flowing like the Nile amazing with pen and paper
Tell the truth kid yeah all my rhymes lucid
Only way you can't understand me is if you stupid
Who's this new kid making me look clueless
They can see me but can't catch me I'm too elusive
Truth is there's not a rapper my age as great as me
You can name any but I bet I make him take a seat
Real rap is gone well Ima fill the vacancy
I came to do it watch me prove it yes I will just wait and see
[Chorus]
Yeah Hoe! x16
[Verse 2: We$ B]
Bottles on top of bottles models on top of models
Shifting gears in the coupe I'm talking full throttle
New city new bitches yeah I'm too active
I approach your girl cuz I'm trynna see what's happening
Smoking writing rhymes hell I do it with a passion
And if you ain't notice came a long way from that trapping
Bad bitches staring at the diamonds that I'm wearing
I'm the best spitting nigga there ain't no comparing
I come from the city the city of the Denver Lanes
Where them hoes get ratchet and them fucking hammers bang
Where them bricks get to moving 5 0 clueless
I'm hustling deep you must got me confused with
Them lames ma this that fucking trap music
I count it up I ain't got no time for excuses
I'm effective to rappers yeah the fucking truth is
I got that work nigga I ain't even gotta prove shit
[Chorus]
Yeah Hoe! x16