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Quavo - Over Hoes Y Bitches Lyrics

Pussy nigga, pull up, crash out about your bae (Boy, you pussy)
Lil' bitch, come dance battle with my Drac' (Brrt)
You been fucked your bag up when you punched Ri' in the face
Talkin' 'bout fashion week, you sparin' who? Come punch me in my face (Pussy)
It ain't nothin' but a fade (Woo), you know you lost to Frank (Frank Ocean?)
Niggas ran in your house, tied up your aunt 'cause you ain't pay (Auntie)
This bullet got your name (Chris)
Don't ever bring up Take, pussy (DJ Durel, pussy)
You know half of y'all niggas some hoes out here (Pussy, ha, ha)
I'm talkin' 'bout like, these niggas bleed once a month, type shit (Ha)
Bitch

I call your ho for pussy (Brrt)
I hit your ho for pussy (Brrt)
I did a favor comin' to save you, but you gon' owe me, pussy (Owe me)
I'm on the edge, don't push me (Don't)
You work with the feds, you're pussy (12)
Commit a crime and ain't did no time, can't fake it, we know that you're pussy (We know it)
Pussy (You), pussy (You), pussy (You), pussy nigga
Time after time, I pull up and wipe me a lil' baby nose (Pussy nigga, wipe it)
Droppin' a dime and pillow talkin' to these bitches and hoes (Pussy nigga, drop it)
Glitter ain't gold, pussy nigga (Nah), you've been exposed (Exposed)
Pussy

Lil' boy wanna die 'bout some coochie? (Baow)
You still fucked up 'bout Karrueche? (Damn)
You tried to beat up Teyana (No cap)
But Usher wouldn't let you do it (Usher)
The cocaine got him, your honor (White)
Bipolar disorder, no wonder
You was the greatest, nigga, you fumbled
Goin' out sad, I'm watchin' you crumble (Uh)
Why they got Quavo out here goin' back and forth with a singer that turned to a junkie?
Now we got light skin versus brown skin, nigga finna divide the country (Go)
Nigga, you ain't been in the trenches (Trenches)
We stomp in the yard, you know how that ended (Stomp)
Want smoke with me? OHB mean fightin' over hoes and bitches (OHB)
Who gassed you up to put that out? Yeah, that was shitty, nigga (On God)
I can take a model bitch and make her Saweetie, nigga (Bitch)
Crackhead Michael Jackson, bitch, you better beat it, nigga (Woo)
I'm still fucked up about Takeoff, I want who did it, nigga (Uh)
But that's some real street shit, back to the industry (For real)
Where your baby mamas at? Know they got plenty tea (Nigga, fuck that)
Pussy, every time you see me, keep that energy (Keep that energy)
Can't believe I gotta beat you 'bout some women beef

I call your ho for pussy (Brrt)
I hit your ho for pussy (Brrt)
I did a favor comin' to save you, but you gon' owe me, pussy (Owe me)
I'm on the edge, don't push me (Don't)
You work with the feds, you're pussy (12)
Commit a crime and ain't did no time, can't fake it, we know that you're pussy (We know it)
Pussy (You), pussy (You), pussy (You), pussy nigga
Time after time, I pull up and wipe me a lil' baby nose (Pussy nigga, wipe it)
Droppin' a dime and pillow talkin' to these bitches and hoes (Pussy nigga, drop it)
Glitter ain't gold, pussy nigga (Nah), you've been exposed (Exposed)
Pussy (Pussy)