Look at These Hoes

Album: Master Of My Make-Believe (2012)
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  • Look at these pros, look at these clothes
    Look at this dough, look at this gold, lookin' evil
    Look at me then look at these hoes
    These bitches ain't fuckin' wit me, killer

    Look at these pros, look at these clothes
    Look at this dough, look at this gold, lookin' evil
    Look at me then look at these hoes
    These bitches ain't fuckin' wit me, killer

    Killer
    Killer, killer
    Killer
    Killer, killer

    My money on it we not gon'
    Not gon' need to set it low
    Bar don't need to come down
    Let it ride, they'll go, they fall below
    Mine will lead, they can tell I know
    I know me they can't tell me no
    If you got heart, let it be then
    While they're sinking don't let your flame go

    Tear it up
    I'm so damn gold, oh
    Tear it up
    I'm so damn gold, oh
    Tear it up
    I'm so damn gold, oh
    Tear it up
    I'm so damn gold, oh

    Look at these pros, look at these clothes
    Look at this dough, look at this gold, lookin' evil
    Look at me then look at these hoes
    These bitches ain't fuckin' wit me, killer

    Look at these pros, look at these clothes
    Look at this dough, look at this gold, lookin' evil
    Look at me then look at these hoes
    These bitches ain't fuckin' wit me, killer

    Killer
    Killer, killer
    Killer
    Killer, killer

    Follow me don't it seem like we
    Like we run into a wall
    Hold your stride they come 'round
    In the dark I glow that's my motto
    I got class, I can tell they don't
    Built to last, I can tell they won't
    For the most part in a tailspin
    Just pretending like they're drivin' though

    Tear it up
    I'm so damn gold, oh
    Tear it up
    I'm so damn gold, oh
    Tear it up
    I'm so damn gold, oh
    Tear it up
    I'm so damn gold, oh

    Look at these pros, look at these clothes
    Look at this dough, look at this gold, lookin' evil
    Look at me then look at these hoes
    These bitches ain't fuckin' wit me, killer

    Look at these pros, look at these clothes
    Look at this dough, look at this gold, lookin' evil
    Look at me then look at these hoes
    These bitches ain't fuckin' wit me, killer

    I'm so damn gold, I'm so damn gold
    I'm so damn gold, (I'm so damn gold), oh

    Look at these pros, look at these clothes
    Look at this dough, look at this gold, lookin' evil
    Look at me then look at these hoes
    These bitches ain't fuckin' wit me, killer

    Look at these pros, look at these clothes
    Look at this dough, look at this gold, lookin' evil
    Look at me then look at these hoes
    These bitches ain't fuckin' wit me, killer

    Killer
    Killer, killer
    Killer
    Killer, killer

    Oh
    Oh Writer/s: Alex Rhida, Naaem Juwan Hanks, Santi White, Thomas Wesley Pentz
    Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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