Hey You - Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Let’s go someplace, so I can lace you up

I need a thug bitch, about as raw as they come

Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit, it’s on

(Blaze)

Hey love, do them titties got a name

This is dead body game let me see you shakin' something

I ain’t impressed by hoes with attitudes

I’m impressed by the way them hoes is mad at you

I ain’t spending honey real G’s don’t shed funds

I ain’t sensitive like Brian McKnight, I’m tryin' to f**k

Remy and Coke, dick all in and out of your throat

Until that bitch started to choke, no joke

Hey you (Who me?)

That’s right (What's up?)

Let’s go someplace, so I can lace you up

I need a thug bitch, about as raw as they come

Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit, it’s on

Hey bitch, do your momma know you outside

Hanging in the passenger window, of my hoo-ride

And I can barely see the ass, stacked off in the pants, and she talking real

fast

The bitch kinda smelt like fish and chips

But boy did she have a set of dick sucking lips

Told her what she wanted to hear, so I could get all in her cat

Dead homie all up in her cat, now picture that

Hey you (Who me?)

That’s right (What's up?)

Let’s go someplace, so I can lace you up

I need a thug bitch, about as raw as they come

Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit, it’s on

Hey bitch hoe, I need a thug bitch hoe

What’s you say you let me keep a hold of all your bankroll

I won’t spend it all in one place

And I can shoot a load to cover your whole waist

All up in your face like a true thug

All in your shit, in my eyes you only worth what you come with

I want shit like your pockets

But what about the 'dro?

Come on you know I got um

Hey you (Who me?)

That’s right (What's up?)

Let’s go someplace, so I can lace you up

I need a thug bitch, about as raw as they come

Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit, it’s on