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lirik lagu planet of the hoes – lil noflo

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[hook 1]
woah, yeah, out of control, ugh, yeah
out of control, ugh, yeah
out of control, ugh, yeah
out of control, ugh, yeah
out of control, ugh, yeah
out of control, ugh, woah
out of control, yeah
out of control, ugh, yeah

[refrain]
i’m f*cking yo b*tch ugh, yeah, and we at the club, yeah
i’m f*cking yo b*tch ugh, yeah, and we at the club, yeah
i’m fl!cking my wrist ugh, yeah, and we at the club, yeah
i’m fl!cking my wrist ugh, yeah, and we at the club, yeah
[refrain]
that b*tch a fish, fish, fish
she finna go swim, swim, swim
look at my wrist, wrist, wrist
i give her my kids, kids, kids
i do the dash in the whip, whip
that boy a hoe that you get
marking the profits i keep a list
i don’t really care about getting rich
know it’s gone happen anyway
labels call my phone this sh*t is flame
ice on neck while i hop on the plane
i am so hungry b*tch pass me plate
most of these rappers just sounding same
really some f*ck rappers saying aye
keeping these notes in my folder
need me some coffee folgers
her fat ass is floating
shredding this beat i suppose to
aye you need to get out feelings
h*lla clouds sour diesel, 4 gram, 4 grams, blunt
i got no bands, what, she love my ransom
i f*ck a fan, yuh, she want me to post her pay up
can’t even afford a swisher

[verse 1]
he playing guitar i don’t need, yuh
hop in the booth i’m broke as f*ck
flipping the bird, flipping the bird
what is the word, cooking and stirring
i got the keys, wait i forgot, this push to start
i’m in my zone, that boy try stealing my flow
it don’t even sound same, but i can tell
piece out the puzzle at twelve
take the words off my shelf
you too dumb to steal, thought i caught em lacking
make you crying bout yo mommas pills, coming back from couth carolina
got yo b*tch cum and chill, for real, i needed the hunds
this banging in clubs, wassup, arranging, danger, stranger
don’t hate the player don’t hate the game
money in pocket i got some change
i never show it i got some pain
[refrain]
know it’s gone happen anyway
labels call my phone this sh*t is flame
ice on neck while i hop on the plane
i am so hungry b*tch pass me plate
most of these rappers just sounding same
really some f*ck rappers saying aye
keeping these notes in my folder
need me some coffee folgers
her fat ass is floating
shredding this beat i suppose to
aye you need to get out feelings
h*lla clouds sour diesel, 4 gram, 4 grams, blunt
i got no bands, what, she love my ransom
i f*ck a fan, yuh, she want me to post her pay up
can’t even afford a swisher

[hook 2]
(yeah, woo, woo, woo,)
sip slow, coco
feeling right
feeling good, yeah
for the night, she want me for life
d*mn, alright, now i’m in my prime
look at the satellites
i been traumatized, about a dozen times
sh*t i’m so fly, b*tch i go green light
champagne ice, champ, yeah, yeah, yeah
[verse 2]
when i met her at the afterparty she just show me love
i don’t think it’s clever that she really switching up on my brody
buddy it’s just funny i don’t really get it but i got her making money but
i take the next b*tch to the island she don’t need no spray tan
we just on the beach she just sipping mai tai’s
oh yikes alright
we gon get it off light
slap the cakes all night
she got bright green eyes, yeah, d*mn
she so pretty pretty, ugh, yeah
she gon twerk it twerk it
she gon move it move it
she gon work it work it
not a groupie, she not a groupie groupie
selling out the hoopty

[hook 2]
(yeah, woo, woo, woo,)
sip slow, coco
feeling right
feeling good, yeah
for the night, she want me for life
d*mn, alright, now i’m in my prime
look at the satellites
i been traumatized, about a dozen times
sh*t i’m so fly, b*tch i go green light
champagne ice, champ, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 3]
turnt at the club turn the music up, ugh
turnt at the club turn the music up, ugh
turnt at the club turn the music up, ugh
turnt at the club turn the music up, ugh
i just smoking up this gas this some skunk, ugh
what the f*ck they beefing over p*ssy, what? ugh
okay make some money then i stack it up, ugh
they just got some money bro throw it up, ugh
we just at the club sh*t turning up, yeah
i just shred to this beat d*mn wassup, yeah
see my ex girlfriend in the crowd get on stage, yeah
dropping all this banger sh*t d*mn it’s so flame

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