Lyrics Different - Hv Gutter

(And that's real shit man)
(Free Breezy out the muthafuckin box man)
(Nigga I swear to God we was rollin')
Yeah
I got all these different bitches
I got all these different hoes
I got all these different bitches
I got all these different hoes
I got all these different bitches
I got all these different hoes
I got all these different bitches
I got all these different hoes
I got all these different bitches ima fuck one
Cut one
All these different bitches I'm like what one
What one
Bitch you talk to much I heard enough from
Enough from
All these different bitches I get love from
Love from
All these different bitches I don't trust none
Trust none
All these different bitches I don't love none
Love none
She just said she miss me while I run from
Run from
I miss codiene more as soon my cup done
Cup done
What's up bitch
I call that tough love bitch
You thought this shit was forever, well that's tough luck bitch
Hold up what's up bitch
I'm talking what's up bitch
Her friend just gave me head, she said I'm on my Young Thug shit
I smoke a mountain of weed a day, I guess I love drugs bitch
I hit that bitch with a bunch of new moves I learned off Pornhub, shit
Since I was a young cub
Aye
Been hated on by niggas
That's why I really ain't trippin
Good thing I got bitches
I got all these different bitches
I got all these different hoes
I got all these different bitches
I got all these different hoes
I got all these different bitches
I got all these different hoes
I got all these different bitches
I got all these different hoes
I got
Bitches
I got all these different hoes
I got all these different bitches
I got all these different hoes
I got all these different bitches
I got all these different hoes
I got all these different bitches
I got all these different hoes
I'm too lit
Too many thick hoes on my dick
Almost won't fit
Shawty pass me the lean bae you know I'm gon sip
Been bout my shit
Got a man, but she gon fuck me off the rip
She want dick in the whip
But if not, ima send her ass back in a Lyft
Big V on go
Can't nobody say shit to MaryWayne no more, I'm all in my zone
Quarter pound I smoke down in a week, no cap I'm still getting blown
It's crazy I ain't sharing with you niggas, I'm smoking alone
This that Solo
She wan be my main, but told her that's a no go
Shit went over her head she ain't see the picture, GoPro
I was just getting some head till my eyes rolled
And I do this shit for 503, but fuck the 5-0
I feel like Michael
I feel like Michael
I feel like Michael
I feel like Michael
Baby I'm the one, we was 5 though
Only fuck with fine hoes
She not yours she mine
I got all these different bitches
I got all these different hoes
I got all these different bitches
I got all these different hoes
I got all these different bitches
I got all these different hoes
I got all these different bitches
I got all these different hoes
I got
Bitches
I got all these different hoes
I got all these different bitches
I got all these different hoes
I got all these different bitches
I got all these different hoes
I got all these different bitches
I got all these different hoes
(All these different bitches they be blowing up my phone, yeah)
(All these different bitches they be blowing up my phone, yeah)
(All these different bitches they wanna smoke all of my O's, yeah)
(All these different bitches they wanna smell on my cologne, yeah)