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Neighborhood Hoez Lyrics

Album Name : Cold Day In Hell
Release Date : 2012-12-11
Song Duration : 3:23

Freddie Gibbs Neighborhood Hoez


[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Sitting back, getting by dick sucked by the
neighborhood ho
East side local 304, stay twisted off that reefer smoke
Stay twisted off them potent pills, might just taste
the powder back
Candy nose, man I ran these hoes in a white Range
Rove', 'bout to pound her back
No strings attached, bitch might be a ho but she my
homie though
She got that friendly pussy, when I touch down she let
my homies go
Preacher's daughter, choir every Sunday bitch you known
to blow
When I was on the block broke back in '04, bitch act
like she ain't know me though
But it's all to the good, baby I forgive ya, hoes
caught up in the hype
See the chrome shine bright, and now they think I'm
they type of nigga

This ain't a date and never hesitate, you can put your
lips where you like but I like my swisha
"Fred you so cold on a ho, " I know but I just sit back
and get chose
All about my stacks f..ck a rat bitch I'm gon' stay on
ten toes
Got doctors, models, college freaks, and broads on
strip poles
When I'm tipping in the G, gotta smoke one with my
neighborhood ho

[Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]
Man, sometimes I like to kick it with them neighborhood
hoes
Get drunk and puff a swisha with them neighborhood hoes
My bitch say I stay f..cking with them neighborhood hoes
I swear, man it ain't nothing like them neighborhood
hoes

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I'm riding around and I'm getting it
You riding around and you didn't
I am riding around with semis, life's a bitch so I pimp
it
Bread long like Pippen, Gucci on, not Dickies
I will dick her down so quickly
I draw pistols with no pencils
You know what I'm here for, that's to get dough
Hotter than six niggas in a Pinto with the vents closed
Period, menstrual, sentimental bimbos
Telling me they love me but been with all my kinfolks
Want a slice like Kimbo, ice like igloo
I like a girl that like doing what her friend do
'Specially if it's me and I'm laying in the middle
And all my verses cold, my microphone should wear a
trenchcoat
Trapping at the Citgo, yea the Citgo
Now I'm the shit, I remember when I was piss poor
Neighborhood hoes still hanging in the neighborhood
And I don't have to talk too much cause my paper do

[Hook x2]



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