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f/ 7th Ambassador

[Intro: Hell Razah]

Yeah, G's up nigga, hoes down nigga

Uh, yeah, g's up nigga, hoes down nigga

You know how it is, she is connin' you

Yeah, yeah, New York, California, wherever

What the fuck is ya, H.B.D.?

[Chorus: Hell Razah & 7th Ambassador]

Chickens come, and chickens go

We beat that pussy everytime we on the roll

Ya need to stop, ho, protecting these hoes

Just he I'm troopin, then, let the pussy go

Cuz a ho could never ever be a housewife

So don't try to do so

You are better off livin' ya life

On gettin' that dough

[Hell Razah]

She was ya main chick, the one you walked in the rain with

The one you cooked up and chopped up ya cocaine with

You depended on stickin' my dick up in the thong

Could of been ya baby mom, if she didn't do wrong

Started listenin' to snakes in the garden

I beg ya pardon, had titties that'll triple the size of Dolly Parton

Had the thuggish nigga broke and hardege, droolin' and starvin'

Suckin' my dick while ya niggas was kissin' and slobbin'

Batman and Robin, put her in a threesome, manage-a-trois

She fuck niggas just to drive their car

Bettin' that, smellin' like strawberries, the more the merry

Even brought her best friend so I can bust her cherry

They both came, baby oiled and ready

Ass split like a machete, I had them tossed up in my telly

She knew Dreddy and the rest of the Sunz

Three o'clock, swallowed my cum, my frankfurter laid in her buns

Industry chicks, who bone niggas only with whips

Gettin' open off the karats that was lit on ya wrist

Straight groupie, who love givin' rappers the coochie

Wanna be in video scenes strippin' for more C.R.E.A.M.

She addicted to the dick morphine, at eighteen

This is for all the bitches and hoes who ain't queens

[Hook 2X: Hell Razah]

Hit the road, bitch

And gimme back all my dough, my dough, my dough

Hit the road, bitch

And gimme back all my dough

[Hell Razah]

I thought I told you, never trust a chick that hold you

It be the money that you get that make them wanna bone you

When you hit it good, they wanna own you

Get ya address, ya age and ya phone mobile

And don't know you, lookin' fuckable, but gullable

Butt naked, and loveable

Same chick I hit, son, I seen huggin' you

Never trust no, chickens or hoes

Trynna find out my beeper code so they can put me in the sleeper hold

Gotta stay on my tippiest toes, a sweet rose'll

Put ya in ya grave clothes, if you outta ya zone

She be the same one that get ya dick up on the bones

Sticks and stones keep ya waitin' for ya chick to come home

+Where My Girls At?+ like 702

You spend ya money on daily, but still givin' head to my crew

[Chorus]

[Outro: Hell Razah]

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

My nigga Goldie, what what, Hell Razah

Yeah, yeah, G's up nigga, hoes down nigga

7th Ambassador, yeah, Baghdad, what

Ah, yeah, that's how it go down

Ghetto Government, ah

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