Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Funky Ho lyrics

[Intro:] Iight f** that, word word Lord Finnesse, Jay O it's been my jail since a day old Yea this ones for the ladies who be tryna have my babies [Verse 1:] Words to my mother Two things I never do Is leave the crib without some rubbers Or tell a funky ho I love her These broads be trying to get A brother caught up In this sticky situation Missing menstruation Cycles, they all psycho Ask Michael Before you give a note For Billie Jean's and the nice clothes Like woo don't let them trap you On the tight rope with spike holes In the condom to form a zygote over night Ask Quan he know what it's like He wore a hat but it exploded twice But f** a bad b**h I knew this rap sh** And put it over life On the coldest nights And shine like the solar strike And I swear I got the weirdest cases pipe Chicks in to weirdest places From roof tops, to staircases Like get a load on their faces Face it if you fear hate it You get put it on this girls face [Chorus:] I don't trust these b**hes They would never catch me slippin I don't trust these b**hes They could never catch me slippin I don't trust these b**hes They would never catch me slippin Slipping They would never catch me slippin I don't trust these b**hes They would never catch me slippin I don't trust these b**hes They could never catch me slippin I don't trust these b**hes They would never catch me slippin Slipping They would never catch me slippin [Verse 2:] Hey yo, I'm attached too, to the cash rules Bout to go nuts n***as get their attitudes To these cash you Who you know that cool that they drip swagoo And I'm here to stay like tattoos on statues Check your mirror n***a that's the second time I pa**ed you, eating my gas fume Got me thinking I could gas you And your girl got gas too She let me tackle before I touch and I staple And as you decide to put her shackle I'm that dude, f** values Pump up the volume, all up in the cut No alchool just bad booze Tryin to find the path to bring him back too Like a taboo, that poo, got back chicks That I feel bad for Loosing 'til they back bones Look it at my co*k tip Down and doin' all no matter what the synapsis is All it takes is some exotic piff And all your conscience tap exclusively vodka and sh** [Chorus:] I don't trust these b**hes They would never catch me slippin I don't trust these b**hes They could never catch me slippin I don't trust these b**hes They would never catch me slippin Slipping They would never catch me slippin I don't trust these b**hes They would never catch me slippin I don't trust these b**hes They could never catch me slippin I don't trust these b**hes They would never catch me slippin Slipping They would never catch me slippin [Outro:] Ey yo It's PE leaving no hope for these hoes We leaving no hope for these hoes My n***a Jay Steve leaving no hope for these hoes Leaving no hope for these hoes My n***a Eliah-So leaving no hope for these hoes Leaving no hope for these hoes My n***a Kirk Knight leaving no hope for these hoes Leaving no hope for these hoes My n***a Cj Fly leaving no hope for these hoes Leaving no hope for these hoes My n***a Pal P leaving no hope for these hoes Leaving no hope for these hoes My n***a Jay Lee leaving no hope for these hoes Leaving no hope for these hoes My n***a Dam Louis leaving no hope for these hoes Leaving no hope for these hoes