Tokin - Hangout
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{chorus}
Yeah, i'm back on this shit, uh-uh
Yeah, i'm back on my shit, so i don't give a fuck 'bout that
No, i don't give a fuck 'bout this
You mad at a ho, no, i ain't worried 'bout that slut
The texting my bitch, then rip
Actually you won't get over it, i don't even know why you sober then
It's a bad-ass bitch outside, let me go see your insta'
Car park right outside, bring your friends, i'm tryna take 'em to dinner
You know toke come to you live
I swear to god, this'll be the show you remember
I put the 3.5 all in this 'wood, i see the eyes of the ender
{verse}
You won't bang, you won't bang out
We pull up where you hang out
You think this shit bool, we outback likе steakhouse
Nigga, i ain’t worried 'bout nothin'
Put a holе in his body, ain't talkin' 'bout fuyun
Foenem wrap it up like a onion
Foenem gon' jump out (racks), hop wheel, then crash out (racks)
Foenem gon' jump out (racks), hop wheel, then crash out (racks)
Go get that money (racks), go get that money (racks)
Go get that money (racks), go get that money (racks)
Okay, spray that boy just like cologne 'cause he was doin' too much
Why? i don't give no fucks 'bout hoes 'cause they be doin' too much
(do you keep fifty? keep fifty on me)
'cause your bitch know i'm 1500
'bout guala, i'm all about money
And she hop on the dick like bungee
Got the glock on my waist, think i'm low-key
I'm mischievous, think that i'm loki
Drop an octave, i'm talkin' 'bout low-key
She wan' ask me the price of my rollie
I told the hoe, "little over sixteen"
Gave her price, now she got mixed dreams
She was on to me like some big jeans
In chicago more than a big bean
{chorus}
Yeah, i'm back on this shit, uh-uh
Yeah, i'm back on my shit, so i don't give a fuck 'bout that
No, i don't give a fuck 'bout this
You mad at a ho, no, i ain't worried 'bout that slut
The texting my bitch, then rip
Actually you won't get over it, i don't even know why you sober then
It's a bad-ass bitch outside, let me go see your insta'
Car park right outside, bring your friends, i'm tryna take 'em to dinner
You know toke come to you live
I swear to god, this'll be the show you remember
I put the 3.5 all in this 'wood, i see the eyes of the ender
{chorus}
Yeah, i'm back on this shit, uh-uh
Yeah, i'm back on my shit, so i don't give a fuck 'bout that
No, i don't give a fuck 'bout this
You mad at a ho, no, i ain't worried 'bout that slut
The texting my bitch, then rip
Actually you won't get over it, i don't even know why you sober then
It's a bad-ass bitch outside, let me go see your insta'
Car park right outside, bring your friends, i'm tryna take 'em to dinner
You know toke come to you live
I swear to god, this'll be the show you remember
I put the 3.5 all in this 'wood, i see the eyes of the ender
{verse}
You won't bang, you won't bang out
We pull up where you hang out
You think this shit bool, we outback likе steakhouse
Nigga, i ain’t worried 'bout nothin'
Put a holе in his body, ain't talkin' 'bout fuyun
Foenem wrap it up like a onion
Foenem gon' jump out (racks), hop wheel, then crash out (racks)
Foenem gon' jump out (racks), hop wheel, then crash out (racks)
Go get that money (racks), go get that money (racks)
Go get that money (racks), go get that money (racks)
Okay, spray that boy just like cologne 'cause he was doin' too much
Why? i don't give no fucks 'bout hoes 'cause they be doin' too much
(do you keep fifty? keep fifty on me)
'cause your bitch know i'm 1500
'bout guala, i'm all about money
And she hop on the dick like bungee
Got the glock on my waist, think i'm low-key
I'm mischievous, think that i'm loki
Drop an octave, i'm talkin' 'bout low-key
She wan' ask me the price of my rollie
I told the hoe, "little over sixteen"
Gave her price, now she got mixed dreams
She was on to me like some big jeans
In chicago more than a big bean
{chorus}
Yeah, i'm back on this shit, uh-uh
Yeah, i'm back on my shit, so i don't give a fuck 'bout that
No, i don't give a fuck 'bout this
You mad at a ho, no, i ain't worried 'bout that slut
The texting my bitch, then rip
Actually you won't get over it, i don't even know why you sober then
It's a bad-ass bitch outside, let me go see your insta'
Car park right outside, bring your friends, i'm tryna take 'em to dinner
You know toke come to you live
I swear to god, this'll be the show you remember
I put the 3.5 all in this 'wood, i see the eyes of the ender
