HOOTERS lyrics

b*tch i'm back turned up to the max, pimpin' countin' paper stacks
Bullets go through windows n*gga when I let them out this mac
Whole-whole-whole gang eating good Hooters we got plenty racks
Hollows when I load up my gat, got a bad b*tch rubbin' up on my back
This that playa sh*t you don't know nothing about
I don't say too much just say enough bet a b*tch gon buss it down
I don't gotta prove sh*t let them folks figure it out
Make me pull up on a [?] show you how quick sh*t go south
It's my way or no way b*tch that ain't up for discussion
If you don't make more money than me then you can't tell me nothin'
Where did i keep them K's you think i was in the klan or did I


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