Category Hoes Lyrics By Tee Grizzley
I got vulture hoes (You do?)
They be slutty as shit (For real?)
Some be sippin' lean (How much?)
Cup be muddy as shit (Damn)
Got too many friends (Oh, yeah)
Bitch too buddy and shit (That's crazy)
She don't bring up her past (She don't?)
I know she fuckin' him (Wait)
But she don't fuck with him (For real?)
That ho be stealin' from him (Yeah)
Cool lil' bitch from the hood
But don't get to feelin' this bitch (I'm not)
She hit the mall every day (Finesse)
She just be gettin' me shit (Finesse)
That's 'cause she ain't got a bae (What she got?)
She play with the giffys and shit, facts, ah, facts (Yeah)
I'ma put you on my scammer bitch
I'ma put you on my savage bitch
I'ma put you on my hooper bitch
I'ma put you on my uber bitch
I'ma put you on my shooter bitch
I'ma put you on this tutor bitch
I'ma put you on my cougar bitch
I'ma put you on this hooper bitch
I'ma put you on my bad ho
That ho be hanging with factors, she wanna bag, she be in her bag though
I hit that ho until her back broke, she want me to be her backbone
That pussy I'd do the dash for, she know a young **** cash long
She know a young **** cash long
She gon' pop out when her man home
She gon' pop out when her man home
I just want some head, my baby, don't act slow
Just want some head, my baby, don't act slow
Right after this, you know you goin' back home
Right after this, you know you goin' back home
You 'bout to go kiss on that ****, you dead wrong
You know you dead wrong
You talkin' threesome for them flights, I'ma pay for them (Let's get it)
Don't fuck on the first night, you goin' to H&M (H&M)
You lost so many times, feel like you hate to win (Hate to win)
Our first-time fuckin' that lil' ho, I'ma break her in (Let's get it)
Hundred thousand worth of jewels, that's how I made it in (I'm shinin')
Thirty thousand for a show, that's why I gave her ten (Stop playin')
K, that's my bae (K, bae)
I know these **** lyin', be in her DM every day
But wait, let me talk
I just gave my bro your number, y'all should go and talk (My brother)
Link up, smoke and fuck (Link up, smoke and fuck)
Don't be shy, no, no, open up (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, you basic, ask for cash, bitch, you crazy (Bitch, let's get it)
You know I'm crazy, let my side bitch wear your bracelet
She got on Gucci track pants, come and give me lap dance
I'm just tryna pop out, feel like Katie Got Bandz
Oh, oh, oh, get naked for me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, get naked for me
Take your pants off and get reckless for me
Me and Tee inside that room, but them bitches gon' give blickies to us, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got vulture hoes (You do?)
They be slutty as shit (For real?)
Some be sippin' lean (How much?)
Cup be muddy as shit (Damn)
Got too many friends (Oh, yeah)
Bitch too buddy and shit (That's crazy)
She don't bring up her past (She don't?)
I know she fuckin' him (Wait)
But she don't fuck with him (For real?)
That ho be stealin' from him (Yeah)
Cool lil' bitch from the hood
But don't get to feelin' this bitch (I'm not)
She hit the mall every day (Finesse)
She just be gettin' me shit (Finesse)
That's 'cause she ain't got a bae (What she got?)
She play with the giffys and shit (Yeah)
Oh, yeah, on these bad hoes I don't know
Two times be violent pouring up
Be late at night, we pouring it up
I got a bitch in the 'jects, she used to give me her checks (Turn up)
Gotta stay tight down there for a ****, she just be givin' me neck (She just be givin' me neck)
She a lil' down-ass bitch, had to go get her a bag (Down-ass bitch, oh)
She told them she wanted that big O, that lil' bitch sick in the head
First time hittin' my college bitch, I tried breakin' her bed (Breakin' her bed)
She got insomnia, but a orgasm make it easy to rest
She got a quad, that's four roommates, so we had to wait 'til they left (Let's get it)
And she got tired of eatin' on campus, brought her a plate from the chef, like eat up
