paroles de chanson Section Hoe - LRN Nola

Fallin' for these bitches
They keep tryna take my damn soul
I keep yellin' Kobe
When I pop a bean for 24
I'm from section 8
But I'm gone walk up in your Section hoe
Fell in love with section hoes
The way she wear her fucking clothes
Nigga ever try to say I fell off get Me pissed off
For we get pulled over just pull Over
Like a pit stop
Na real talk
I'ma catch some time with these niggas
My wrist talk
It don't got no time for these bitches

Ima drop the tape and all these Bitches gone get stuck with me
I don't got a DJ but Don Julio ina Club with Me
Bitches giving BJs in they PJs in The PJs
And tryna fuck with me
Hoe you better be lucky
And that's luckily
Murda in my eyes ain't no surprise That I be scheming
Struck a Nigga off the dice like twice
It got 'em fiending
I just want yo love and not yo heart
Baby you can keep it
Man fuck it
Gimme a sharpie
I'll sign myself
They ain't wanna fight then I'm gone fight Myself
They ain't wanna drill with me then i'm gone die by myself
They don't wanna dine then I'm gone dine myself
Bitch Nigga I got myself
Bitch Nigga I'm proud of myself
Bitch Nigga I'll ride by myself
Let's go!

Fighting from these bitches
They keep Tryna take my damn soul
I keep yellin' Kobe when I pop a bean for 24
I'm from section 8 but I'm gone Pull up In yo section hoe
Fell in love with section hoes
And how she wear her fucking clothes
Nigga ever try to say I fell off
Got me pissed off baby
For we get pulled over just pull over
Like a pit stop baby
I don't got no time for these niggas and that's real talk
I don't got no time for these bitches
And that's wrist talk

Came in this bitch by myself, eh
Putting my heart ona shelf, ye
Dresser, finesser, bad bitch getter
Ok I get it
I get it 7 days a week
I been getting it outta the streets
I don't even have time to make my bed
I be fucking up in the sheets
Like Ok, eh
Potna check my wrap sheet
The one without the rhymes ok,ye
Check on yo potna
The one who be dropping the times ok, ye
If it's a problem we gone troubleshoot it
I'll never have trouble shooting
Told the hoe I'm trouble she say She accustom to it
All my clothes tight cause I ain't Got nun to lose
Put niggas on they first la money moves
Na all a sudden it's nun to do
Nigga don't forget that you still food
I manufactured you
And I make major fractions too
Gotta bag, and oh yeah my bitch She havin' too

Falling for these bitches
I keep tryna save my damn soul
I keep yellin' Kobe when I pop a bean for 24
I'm from section 8 but I'm gone Pull up in Yo section hoe
Fell in love with sections hoes
And how she wear her fucking clothes
Nigga came and tried to say I fell off
Got me pissed off
For we get pulled over might pull over like a Pit stop
And that's real talk
That real talk
Her name Vaughn, but she ain't from the O Block
Ye
Fell in love with a section hoe
Ye
I fell in love with a section hoe
Ye
And I pull up in yo section tho
I'm section 8 from out the gate
I'm bussing at yo fucking face
Ha! Ya heard me