Over Hoes & *** Lyrics Quavo
*** ***, pull up, crash out about your bae (Boy, you ***)
Lil’ ***, come dance battle with my drac’ (Brrt)
You been *** your bag up when you punched Ri’ in the face
Talking about fashion week, you sparing who?
Come punch me in my face (***)
It ain’t nun’ but a fade, you know you lost to Frank (Frank Ocean)
Niggas ran in your house, tied up your aunt ’cause you ain’t pay (Auntie)
This bullet got your name (Chris)
Don’t even bring up Take, *** (DJ Durel, ***)
You know half of y’all niggas some hoes out here (Ooh)
I’m talking ’bout like, these niggas bleed once a month, type ***
*** (Ooh)
I call your *** for ***, (Brrt) I hit your *** for *** (Brrt)
I did a favor coming to save you but you gon’ owe me, *** (Owe me)
I’m on the edge, don’t push me (Don’t)
You work with the feds, you *** (Twelve)
Commit a crime and ain’t did no time, can’t fake it, we know that you *** (We know it)
***, (You) ***, (You) ***, (You) *** ***
Time after time, I pull up and wipe me a lil’ baby nose (*** ***)
Dropping a dime and pillow talking to these *** and hoes (*** ***)
Glitter ain’t gold (*** ***, naw)
You been exposed (Exposed, ***)
Lil’ boy wanna die ’bout some coochie? (Bow)
You still *** up ’bout Karrueche? (Damn)
You tried to beat up Teyana, (No cap) but Usher wouldn’t let you do it (Usher)
The *** got ’em, your honor (White), bipolar disorder, no wonder
You was the greatest, ***, you fumbled, going out sad, I’m watching you crumble
Why they got Quavo out here going back and forth with a singer that turned to a ***?
Never got light skin versus brown skin, *** finna divide the country (Go)
***, you ain’t been in the trenches
We stomping the yard, you know how that ended (Stomp)
Want smoke with me? Always beating, fighting over hoes and *** (Always beat)
Who gassed you up to put that out? Yeah, that was ***, *** (On God)
I can take a model *** and make a Saweetie, *** (***)
Crackhead Michael Jackson, ***, you better beat it, ***
I’m still *** up about Takeoff, I want who did it, *** (Uh)
But that’s some real street ***, back to the industry (For real)
Where your baby mommas at? Know they got plenty tea (***, *** that)
***, every time you see me, keep that energy (Keep that energy)
Can’t believe I gotta beat you ’bout some women beef
I call your *** for ***, (Brrt) I hit your *** for *** (Brrt)
I did a favor coming to save you but you gon’ owe me, *** (Owe me)
I’m on the edge, don’t push me (Don’t)
You work with the feds, you *** (Twelve)
Commit a crime and ain’t did no time, can’t fake it, we know that you *** (We know it)
***, (You) ***, (You) ***, (You) *** ***
Time after time, I pull up and wipe me a lil’ baby nose (*** ***)
Dropping a dime and pillow talking to these *** and hoes (*** ***)
Glitter ain’t gold (*** ***, naw)
You been exposed (Exposed, ***)