Hoe sh*t lyrics

[Intro: LightSkinKeisha]
b*tch
Yeah

[Chorus: LightSkinKeisha]
That's that ho sh*t, that's that ho sh*t (That's that ho sh*t)
You done f*cked that n*gga and his whole clique (And his whole clique)
You poppin' on the 'Gram but be on broke sh*t (Broke b*tch)
You stupid lil' b*tches, y'all don't know sh*t (Nah, ho)
That's that ho sh*t, that's that, that's that ho sh*t (That's that ho sh*t)
You a broke b*tch, you be on that broke sh*t (You a broke b*tch)
I'm on go, b*tch, you don't want no smoke, b*tch (Nope)
That's that ho sh*t, that's that, that's that ho sh*t (Yeah)

[Verse 1: LightSkinKeisha]
Lemon pepper my wings and I like 'em all flat (Flat)
I went and copped a flooded Rollie, face is all black
I been peeped you b*tches with these fake Chanel bags (Ew)
You need to call your plug and ask him for your money back (Yeah)
These b*tches chasin' n*ggas, man, they goin' insane (Crazy)
These b*tches poppin' pus*y for a n*gga with some fame (Yeah)
These b*tches suckin' di*k for a glass of champagne (Cheers)
These b*tches hatin' on me from a f*ckin' fake page (I see you)
She gon' pop that pus*y just to get in VIP (Yup)
That ho is a pass-around, we pass her to the team (Yeah)
She gon' call me sis just to act like she know me (I don't know you)
She gon' wear her homie clothes and pop out every week

[Chorus: LightSkinKeisha]
That's that ho sh*t, that's that ho sh*t (That's that ho sh*t)
You done f*cked that n*gga and his whole clique (And his whole clique)
You poppin' on the 'Gram but be on broke sh*t (Broke b*tch)
You stupid lil' b*tches, y'all don't know sh*t (Nah, ho)
That's that ho sh*t, that's that, that's that ho sh*t (That's that ho sh*t)
You a broke b*tch, you be on that broke sh*t (You a broke b*tch)
I'm on go, b*tch, you don't want no smoke, b*tch (Nope)
That's that ho sh*t, that's that, that's that ho sh*t (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Coca Vango]
You on that ho sh*t, suckin' di*k just to pay the rent
Tryna f*ck me to get my b*tch mad, got me bent
All them ass-shots, how the f*ck do you take a sh*t?
You done f*cked every n*gga who got money in my clique
You don't never got your hair done, askin' me to buy your tampons
And your friend a bad b*tch, I f*cked that ho inside the Phantom
Got your partners poppin' pus*y in the trap and it's abandoned
Put my pistol in your purse, you take this charge 'cause I'm a felon
Michael Kors on your wrist and you actin' like Beyoncé
My old b*tch was f*ckin' cheap, no you can't be my fiancé
I know all my exes p*ssed, 'cause I'm hot just like a license
Me, your b*tch, we in the Bentley, we the new Kim K and Kanye
It's Coke, uh
[Chorus: LightSkinKeisha]
That's that ho sh*t, that's that ho sh*t (That's that ho sh*t)
You done f*cked that n*gga and his whole clique (And his whole clique)
You poppin' on the 'Gram but be on broke sh*t (Broke b*tch)
You stupid lil' b*tches, y'all don't know sh*t (Nah, ho)
That's that ho sh*t, that's that, that's that ho sh*t (That's that ho sh*t)
You a broke b*tch, you be on that broke sh*t (You a broke b*tch)
I'm on go, b*tch, you don't want no smoke, b*tch (Nope)
That's that ho sh*t, that's that, that's that ho sh*t (Yeah)