Hoes And A Ounce lyrics

by

Young Buck


[Verse 1]
Ridin' round in circles, I can't find nowhere to go
I just left the bar with a bunch of b*tches I barely know
They from out of town, shawty and 'em got they sh*t together
And she got her own so she don't listen to what no n*gga tell em
Glass shoes, red bottoms on my Cinderella's
Bad b*tches make these ugly b*tches n*ggas jealous
Don't make sh*t no better, pocket full of lettuce
I know you n*ggas praying to god that these feds get us
I got cocaine dust on all my dollar bills
Forge auto wheels, and some sl*ts that swallow pills
All my windows tinted, this one here might have ya b*tch in it
I keep rolling up, she keep saying let me hit it

[Hook]
4 hoes and a ounce (x3)
I got 4 hoes and a ounce
4 hoes and a ounce (x3)
I got 4 hoes and a ounce

[Verse 2]
Loaded like a potato
I got guns like the Al Quada
These b*tches see me and they holla like they going in labor
My ex b*tch got issues, think f*ckin' my friends gon' get me back
I pull up with a bad b*tch in the same seat she was sitting at
Half a gram n*ggas on Instagram, like they got a thousand grams
Gotta block these n*ggas cuz this bullsh*t getting out of hand
f*ck it and I just pulled up on this lil b*tch in the projects
She postin and she strippin tryna pay her way through college
She think Im tripping cuz she dance keep on saying Buck be honest
But every other week I'm asking the b*tch how much a bond is
Seat push back, so your ho got plenty leg room
Bought a box of swishers and we already don ran thru em
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Passenger saying pass it, she can't handle it
b*tch keep saying she gon' pass out and I can't handle it
This what happens when you gotta have it and can't manage it
b*tch ain't got no class up out herself and I can't stand this sh*t
Rolling up with these 4 hoes and a ounce
I pay the amount
If yo b*tch leave with me, I just hope the b*tch can count
I got kush in this motor, this ain't no hookah b*tch
Better ask Wiz and Snoop, ho this'll get you super lit
I got 4 I can take 5 and you can't fit
b*tch I'm too high for you to act like you the sh*t
All these ladies made it, graduated, well educated
Know I'm full of n*ggas I pull up and n*ggas hate it
I got

[Hook]
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