paroles de chanson Ihavenohoes - killdavyn

Aye aye aye
I can't fuck wit niggas that be fake cuz they don't wanna see you win
Pull the choppa out the back the red dot aimin' at yo chin
I just hit her from the back now that bitch walkin' wit a limp
Heard you wanna join the gang but them niggas ain't let you in

But boy you fake, you be switchin' on yo day ones
Send a nigga straight to sleep he seein' black like Akon
Dat boy fuck wit 12, he like Mari, he like bacon
I cant fuck wit friendly bitches cuz they on sum other shit

Imma stick my hand up in that bitch just like an oven mitt
That bitch ass too fat I lost my dick then rediscovered it
That hoe is a fed, how she find out my whole government?
And dat bih want gimme head, I don't mind bitch I'm not judgin' it

Okay like beat that hoe right from the side
Talkin shit, his daddy died
Run up on me, suicide
I got sum thots there's 2 inside
Ride on the beat like a horse okay
She wanna hop in the Porsche okay
Fuckin that bitch she a whore okay
I got the work like a store okay

I wanna fuck but she lesbian
Hit from the front now the bitch davynsexual
She givin' brain dats a good intellectual
Chop on my side imma up it and light you up
That bitch she white but she bad imma pipe her up
Hit from the back so I'm not really wifin' her
Hop in the coupe and then mufuckin' spin the block
Red and green beam so we mufuckin' light you up

Just like Christmas, that bitch on my wish list
I don't give a fuck about yo man you gotta kiss dick
And my money counter goin stupid yeah that bitch autistic
They like "Davyn cannot pull no bitches"
C'mon lets be realistic

I had Brenda on the side
I had Keisha with the thighs
I had Tasha, she was really mean her booty really nice
And I coulda slid on Becky but that bitch was really white
But when I slide, guaranteed imma buss her like a sprite

"Who dat hoe? who dat fo'?" bitch stop askin' questions
AK-47, pull it out, then teach a fuckin lesson
She said she wouldn't throw it back I told her "hit the fuckin exit"
I been pullin' bitches my whole life, since I was 11

Okay like beat that hoe right from the side
Talkin shit, his daddy died
Run up on me, suicide
I got sum thots there's 2 inside
Ride on the beat like a horse okay
She wanna hop in the Porsche okay
Fuckin that bitch she a whore okay
I got the work like a store okay