Hood b*tch lyrics

[Verse 1]
All my hoes love me, 'cause I ain't bougie
Hug me real tight, smack my ass, grip my booty
Take a n*gga shopping, out to eat, then to a movie
Smoke a blunt with him, watch the n*gga get groovy
I need a real man that's gon' know what to do with me
Love to get money, and I keep a clean coochie
I like city trends, b*tch, f*ck going to Gucci
Head trash, di*k trash, that n*gga a [?]
You want a hood b*tch? Well, n*gga, I'm the hoodest
Yeah, I might be ratchet, but I'm stingy with my goodies
All my n*ggas told me that I got some good pus*y
I'm a big dawg, you ain't f*cking with no rookie

[Chorus]
A hood b*tch (Hood b*tch), a hood b*tch (Hood b*tch)
A hood b*tch (Hood b*tch), a hood b*tch (Hood b*tch)

[Verse 2]
My sex good, yeah, ho, I got that gushy stuff
You know your coochie fire when n*gga up and eat your butt
I'm the type of b*tch to f*ck and nеver hit you up
n*gga, you a sl*t, but for real, that's what's up (For real)
I lovе a dawg n*gga, I'm a dawg-ass b*tch
When you eat my pus*y, only focus on the clit
No more f*cking broke n*ggas, this some rich di*k
But I'ma wrap it up, 'cause these n*ggas got that sh*t (Yeah)
I ain't no lame, I'ma tell you like this (What's up?)
I'm only tryna f*ck, but I might give you a kiss
Don't try to get me pregnant, you can't trap a real b*tch (Uh)
Bust the last n*gga that tried that sh*t
[Chorus]
A hood b*tch (Hood b*tch), a hood b*tch (Hood b*tch)
A hood b*tch (Hood b*tch), a hood b*tch (Hood b*tch)

[Verse 3]
Ride 'round town with my n*gga, busting hooks
Laws get behind, and they ass getting shook
Don't bring your ho 'round me, 'cause his ass'll get tucked
I ain't said a word, I just gave a n*gga that look
Sexyy with a bankroll, f*ck a n*gga out his clothes
Ghetto with some f*cking goals, you don't like me, b*tch, so
Ass fat, glitter thong, eat me to my f*ckin' song
He a savage, I turnt' him on
You cheat on me, I crack [?]
Basketball player, rapper or a killer
Lawyer or a doctor, calling all the drug dealers
And I don't give a f*ck, I like all kinda n*ggas
But I like hood hoes, 'cause they way more realer
Sexyy why you talk like that? 'Cause I ain't got no filter
Them ratchet ass hoes, always stealing b*tches' n*ggas
Your girlfriend boring, plus her coochie hella little
He choosing on a b*tch, sending pictures of that pickle
Wake up in the morning, brush his teeth and grab the nickle
If you a lame n*gga, then I can't f*ck with you
Hoes don't like me, but they never press the issue
Sexyy with a attitude, I bet I take your n*gga
[Chorus]
A hood b*tch (Hood b*tch), a hood b*tch (Hood b*tch)
A hood b*tch (Hood b*tch), a hood b*tch (Hood b*tch)
You sure, b*tch? (You sure, b*tch?) You sure, b*tch? (You sure, b*tch?)
You sure, b*tch? (You sure, b*tch?) You sure, b*tch? (You sure, b*tch?)