Stick Up Kid - f** All You Hoes lyrics

[Hook : Notorious B.I.G] f** All You Hoes x8 (Get It, Get It) f** x16 f** All You Hoes [Verse One : Adam Quinn] A to the Q, Master of dope, n***a Say I ain't the sh**, what we telling jokes, n***a They on my dick if they ain't then f** them Boy, I'm from the Sin so you know I never love them She ain't tryna f** bring them in, kick them out I know plenty hoes that want my dick up in they mouth Got a side b**h but she think she my main b**h Baggin' hoes, give a f** who I came with Turnt up, and n***a I'm rolling Keep a squad of dimes on my dick like Trogans Molly in the bag got a Becky in the back And 'Friday After Next' she gon' s** me from the back Brang that a** back, girl that p**y on my mind girl I'll let you s** my dick but that's only if you fine girl Don't give a f**, Becky or Latina She ain't tryna f** then f** her, I don't need her Then it's... (f** All You Hoes) n***as shouting like preach We don't really love them, we just f** them in the sheets Every girl that I meet swear to god I'm f**in groupies Dropped my new sh**, now they acting like they knew me p**y juice on my lips, I'mma drink her by the liter And if her a** fat, she can be my Senorita Juice on my lips, she say she love the taste I'ma stunt on them forever, counting money I'mma say [Hook: Notorious B.I.G] f** All You Hoes x8 (Get It, Get It) f** x16 f** All You Hoes [Verse Three : Stick Up Kid] I be stuntin' on them, like a double on them All eyes on me but I don't even want them I keep a bad b**h, cause I'm a real one I'll probably tell my chick to take your chick Now how you feel son God damn it, here's the plan if you cuffin you leaving I turned my ex girl out so now she be cheating She hit me like "baby you remember the time?" I hit her back like you wasn't part of the grind Damn, a grimey chick can get the middle finger f**in k** yourself, like this a head banger I'm sure I'm not that n***a the you used to know Ey one everything and you a stupid ho Until world blow I'mma act a a**, make money Take money, all about the cash Tell these ratchets stop, Scottie, they wasting our time Give a f** about your feelings, you tampered with mine f** them [Hook : Notorious B.I.G] f** All You Hoes x8 (Get It, Get It) f** x16 f** All You Hoes [Verse Three : Adam Quinn] I was born to ball, word to your mother Phone fulla b**hes that I f**ed with no rubber She got a big booty so you know I can't trust her Seen me on the cover of a magazine Now she wanna ball with a n***a, figure that Cause the city where I'm from, I just put it on the map Like a mothaf**ing tat b**h I put it on my back Stixx said he bringing hoes I'm like, "n***a where they at" On my Wu-Tang sh** ho, I'm all about that cream And I ain't talking cake, these hoes knowing what I mean Stepped on the scene, BOW, I am the man I seen it in her eyes, baby come meet the band Uh, We get it poppin' like July four sh**, I used that punchline, David bring it back Uh, we get it poppin' like Breezy My number on my license plate, baby if you need me [Hook : Notorious B.I.G] f** All You Hoes (x8) (Get It, Get It) f** x16 f** All You Hoes (x8)