Manners Remix by KG Smokey Lyrics

[Intro]
Mike G, can't do this to ’em, man
That's it right there, Gnealz

[Chorus: KG Smokey]
I got hoes, yeah that bitch gon dance on camera
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta
I got hoes, fuck your bitch I got no manners
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta
I got hoes, yeah that bitch gon dance on camera
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta
I got hoes, fuck your bitch I got no manners
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta

[Verse 1: KG Smokey]
I ain't got no manners, ooh, bitch I’m popping Xanax, damn
My plug speak in Spanish, ooh, blunts look like Havana, damn
Mix it with a Xanax, moonwalking like Michael Jackson
I just pulled up in that coupe, I'm swerving out of traffic, damn
I'm from southeast, by the Glock, makin' bodies drop
Smokey on another kill streak I don' give a fuck
Your wife is my bitch, suck me then she fuck my squad
Bitch don't know my name, Google me then give me top
I got hoes droppin' knees like they Derrick Rose
I got gas inside my wood and Gucci on my clothes
Bitch don't touch my lean, shut your mouth then give me throat
I just touched the kilo KG Smokey off that boat
Bitch you ugly I ain’t throwin’ ones up on the floor
I need his Xans, I need his lean, I juxed him for a stove
I feel like Tony cus I'm drenched inside Versace robes
I don’ do this for the hoes I do this for my bros
[Chorus: KG Smokey]
I got hoes, yeah that bitch gon dance on camera
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta
I got hoes, fuck your bitch I got no manners
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta
I got hoes, yeah that bitch gon dance on camera
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta
I got hoes, fuck your bitch I got no manners
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta

[Verse 2: Lil Def]
50 round drum, big gun, esskeetit
Fifty-thousand dollar car it's not rented
Pull up to L.A. you know we in it
This our year no competition
Flip a brick we get the dough
Gotta go at five can't book a show
Got two closets and inside two phones
Got two bitches and two hoes
Bitch don't call my phone if you ain’t tryna give me head
If your man's acting all tough then he might just turn up dead
That's three bullets to the chest and they were all filled with lead
So next time that you acting goofy check your man instead
Gold rings on my hand you might think that my name was Froto
Your shorty riding shotgun if not then I'm riding solo
Big mag on my lap I'm only rocking with a 44
I do not fuck with people if I know they talk with po-po
[Chorus: KG Smokey]
I got hoes, yeah that bitch gon dance on camera
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta
I got hoes, fuck your bitch I got no manners
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta
I got hoes, yeah that bitch gon dance on camera
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta
I got hoes, fuck your bitch I got no manners
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta