VLONE by YO$KAR Lyrics

[Hook: YO$KAR]
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Nigga, fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Nigga, fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
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Fuck these hoes
Nigga, fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Nigga, fuck these hoes

[Verse One: YO$KAR]
VLONE thuggin', niggas be mean muggin
Tummy tuckin', Rambo Gang 'til I die
Nigga, East side, reppin' 'til I die
Nigga, try, nigga bye, nigga
Nigga gettin' dumb bread, dealin' cocaine
I'm the dope mane, heat it up like a propane
Nigga just tryna bump, now his body bag in the dump
Sniffin' on that white, no Trump
Hit you in the head with that pump, leave your ass slumped
Now your bitch, tryna come and get some
Smart bitch, went to college, so you know the head ain't dumb
Say something or you get sprayed
Fucking these bitches, yeah, I'm getting laid
Bitch, fixed my bed, yeah, she my maid
Gettin' all this money, yeah, I'm getting paid
Working hard like a damn slave
Took your bitch on a date then I murdered her and her sister
Yeah, my mind's so twisted, murder on my mind, it's so uplifted
Cops pull me over, I'm getting more than a ticket
Take a brick and flip it, see the blood, leak it like a snippet
[Hook: YO$KAR]
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Nigga, fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Nigga, fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Nigga, fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Nigga, fuck these hoes

[Verse Two: DD Caine]
I could give a fuck bout a bitch
I could give a fuck to her
Measurement to nothing, nothing shorter than a ruler
Whitney on the dresser
I’m in Houston with pouring lean up in my apple juice with bad bitches racking up like Hooters
Bitch want me to eat I’m not a diver of a scuba her nigga threaten me through snap I’ll show him brass like a tuba, not intact, cause his tactics got his ass beat to blue he blacked out like a dead screen, then slashed into two I think I’m crazy, wait, fuck a thought, bitch I know I am, scratch and sniff drugs scrape with pinky, sample from my hand
Mama gave birth and Papa dropped me outside of the sand I guess I grew up from the concrete and had the form a plan
I was banned for the county had a taser in my hand giving ass whoopins, touch my bro I’m swinging on his mans
I don’t beef over the internet the gun talk with e-clips
I can take it past computer level seeing eclipses
Nigga rats I can see it in they faces
Basic, no one do the shit they say, it’s wasted ink on paper only time nobody’s faking is when they writing statements, loyalty is nothing, niggas snitching for the payment, your day one, birth brother, grew up from the pavement, wasn’t pencil, that was pure ink, you can’t erase it
This Gucci belt will make me hit a nigga snake skin with a snake skin!
[Hook: YO$KAR]
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Nigga, fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Nigga, fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Nigga, fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these hoes
Nigga, fuck these hoes

[Outro: DD Caine]
Already know what the fuck going on man, I'm a real ass nigga
Type of nigga to run up in your grandma's house, smack her dentures out her mouth and fuck her throat right in front of you bitch, Rambo Gang shit