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hoes weird hoes mad - ron delorean lyrics

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[verse 1: ron delorean]

and i get to the flippin’
get real tipsy when i drink this fifthsy
got this whole fifth beat
with the crew, yeah, we goin’ swimming

yo
it’s like y’all be fishin’
tryna get up in it
y’all b*tches be simpin’, oh

but i get to liftin’
be there in a minute
i count them digits

[verse 2: g $wervo]

yes sir
tiger woods, hole in one
i’m just me, i’m the chosen one
f*ck what it was, what it was
i’m just laughin’ to the bank or somethin’

d*ck in her tummy, got her movin’ funny
hit it from the back, yeah, this b*tch must be lucky
headed to the telly, yeah, we movin’ steady
i just met this chick and her nickname betty
[verse 3: ron delorean]

made it there and back
smokin’ baseball bats
yeah, the telly was the pad
when i flipped them racks
and your homies got your back
when the sh*t get bad
any l we had
was a quick bounce back
whip the v like flash
smokin’ lightning back to back

[chorus: g $wervo]

aww
stack after stack
rack after rack
touchdown to the bag, yeah, yeah
that’s a sack

countin’ up all the bags
when i’m shoppin’, f*ck the tag
hoes weird, hoes mad
hoes weird, hoes mad
yeah

[verse 4: ron delorean]

ayo, it’s one day or day one
f*ck that sh*t, i’ma be player one

rollin’ up a hundred blunts
i can’t f*ck my money up
i don’t trust the system, nah
i got backwoods on my tongue

i got b*tches in my car
she tryna roll up the runtz
i can’t f*ck these b*tches, nah
they be actin’ funny, bruh

plus i’m on a mission now
and just hear this simple fact
hoes weird, hoes mad
bring it back
hoes weird, hoes mad

[verse 5: g $wervo]

poppin’ all these bottles
b*tches in the back
3 a.m. and the beamer
racin’ with the scat
ass what i’m lovin’
titties what i’m fiendin’

[verse 6: ron delorean]

stack it to the ceiling
stash it in the ether
my honda do a wheelie
yo man be a weiner

a pen from lamborghini
i’m rich ’cause it’s cheaper
it’s a two*seater
not a scat, not a demon

just an old sleeper
this my daily beater
she call me grim reaper
i chop her like a cleaver

she a little weird
but she just might be a keeper
i don’t think i need her
this blunt got me high
and it’s askin’ for a feature

[chorus: g $wervo]

stack after stack
rack after rack
touchdown to the bag
yeah, yeah, that’s a sack

3 a.m. and the beams
racin’ with a scat

[bridge: ron delorean]

whip the v like flash
smokin’ lightning back to back

[outro: g $wervo & ron delorean]

g $wervo:
headed to the telly, yeah, we movin’ steady
hit it from the back, yeah, this b*tch must be lucky

ron delorean:
rollin’ up a hundred blunts
i can’t f*ck my money up
i don’t trust the system, nah
they be actin’ funny, bruh

plus i’m on a mission now
and just hear this simple fact
bring it back
hoes weird, hoes mad

- ron delorean lyrics

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