Hit Dogs Holla Lyrics – Crybaby Cash
Singer: Crybaby Cash
Title: Hit Dogs Holla
One more time, yeah, uh
One more time, time
One more time, yeah, uh, uh
On go, heart froze
What’s your goals, I don’t know
Got poles, and they blow
White toes, all my hoes
Mind strong, swear to God, yeah
Down bad cutting with fentanyl, uh
Hit dogs keep on hollering though
We get ’em in then we get ’em gone
Get ’em off yeah
f#ck that what that b#tch been on
f#ck that talking sh#t we get that n#gg# gone
f#ck that what you ask ’bout in my styrofoam
And f#ck that when you got the nerve
To start want blocking calls
And I ain’t been had the answеrs Sway
But b#tch I’m on
All my hoes been looking the same
I been f#cking clonеs
I got skeleton on my ring
I been putting on Chrome
Got cougar b#tch 850 credit she gon’ put me on
Almighty dollar
I got a ex turned IG model
I got a big ol’ plug turned potna
I got a (phew) I still ain’t bust
I got a bean I don’t plan on popping
Posted in Panama eating cantaloupe
With the indigenous I’m being honest
Trying to play peacemaker with my old hoes
Can we live without being slimy?
Tore up, ain’t we all?
Finna go up, Adderall
Shawty do your thing
I ain’t mad at all
I know n#gg#s on that lean
Just to look the part
Let shawty know I’m getting toasted
Provocative how I’m talking go with the motion
Let’s tat up both of our passports
Change your backdrops to the oceans
She don’t ever wanna take me serious
She think I’m good for f#cking and jocing
I be alone but never lonely
Got the smell of money on me
Blood of Christ covered in
Know I’m protected by the highest
She wanna be stuffed in the W
She too expensive for the Hyatt
They should have taught you n#gg#s how to dress
Instead they was busy teaching science
Like what the f#ck a mitochondria got to do
With being the flyest
Put getting sh#t on I mean sh#t getting put on twin
Big CZ stones from Claire’s I’m still gon’ win
How many times is you gon’ switch dicks
b#tch is you burnt out
Before today your b#tch ain’t lick cl#t
Tonight she gon’ get turnt out
On go, heart froze
What’s your goals, I don’t know
Got poles, and they blow
White toes, all my hoes
Mind strong, swear to God, yeah
Down bad cutting with fentanyl, uh
Hit dogs keep on hollering though
We get ’em in then we get ’em gone
Get ’em off yeah
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