J-Hood On Deck текст песни, слова песни On Deck J-Hood & Yung Texxus

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J-Hood - On Deck

feat. Yung Texxus

Few actors hoes, live models, bros
Yeah, I fuck with her, they said they needed bows
I got bitches on deck, I got bitches on deck
I got bitches on deck, I got bitches on deck
Few actors hoes, live models, bros
Yeah, I fuck with her, they said they needed bows
I got bitches on deck, I got bitches on deck
I got bitches on deck, I got bitches on deck

I got bitches on deck like queens on a card
And they try heavy, 'cause the brain's off the heart, man
Man, let them think all fame, no one else out here can
Comprehend the pain they bring to your squad
The air on the pole, don't worry about the dope,
Pretty, but the body stop the drill off a hoe
Thinking of a mule, but she facts a bore with a door force
Split and grab a pill off the floor
Quarter mil' off a blow, ex rules in the game
Got peace maker with the mixing in arrange
Should be in the club throwing pennies at bitches
Them bottles looking at them like money ain't a thing
Got a bitch in the aisle, she rules pop beans
She smoke trucks, all she does is pop things
Even in the room baby girl is a wound
That shot's crazy, she got a new top game
I love them new heels, I dig it to the real
Every time she with me I'm in to hold it still
Angry free, till no sleep
And even this phrase got a black hand deal
Now the bitches insist, smoke like a chimney
Touch me every day, talking about she amaze me
But I won't love none, just because I like pun
Like an ugk, girl, that's pepsi.

Few actors hoes, live models, bros
Yeah, I fuck with her, they said they needed bows
I got bitches on deck, I got bitches on deck
I got bitches on deck, I got bitches on deck
Few actors hoes, live models, bros
Yeah, I fuck with her, they said they needed bows
I got bitches on deck, I got bitches on deck
I got bitches on deck, I got bitches on deck.

Hey, I got bitches on deck, need I say more?
All them are hoes that you can't pay for
Anytime you want, all types of flavor,
It's got black and yellow bitches on my gang taylor
Independent nigga, but I do a major
Mr green got me, there is our savior
Nigga try to cup but the girl ain't chores
I beat the pussy up, that is what it's made for.
Swing around the pole, let me see you do a trick
Craving nobody, she could do it in a dick
Like I jimmy jimmy, she could do it if you wish
Let it hope is so wild with the hood in the prince.
Still coming down in the six four lane
In a trio, nigga, that's before rap
A bitch in a junky but type four pack
I'm a motherfucker mad, could you even know that
You say you model, you say you act
And nigga, but I don't give a fuck about that
A lot of these souls at shit got plus
Tryin' to get the nigga for everything he got
I used to know a nigga, used to have big bling
Got rich in the 80's, sipping crack in a drink
And the bitch in the club, got the pussy feeling love
As you're rapping, nigga, and ran out for this thing like bang.

Few actors hoes, live models, bros
Yeah, I fuck with her, they said they needed bows
I got bitches on deck, I got bitches on deck
I got bitches on deck, I got bitches on deck
Few actors hoes, live models, bros
Yeah, I fuck with her, they said they needed bows
I got bitches on deck, I got bitches on deck
I got bitches on deck, I got bitches on deck.

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