H2hoe lyrics

[Intro]
Givenchy (Armani)
Balenci (And Dolce)
And Fendi (And Chloe)
Versace
f*ck me up
f*ck me up, baby
f*ck me up

[Chorus]
Guess what got more drip than anything a b*tch put on?
This pus*y (Oh, oh)
This pus*y (Oh, oh)
Now guess what got more drip than anything a b*tch put on?
This pus*y (Oh, oh)
This pus*y (Oh, oh)

[Verse 1]
Come and motorboat me today
Titties sittin' like Rolling Ray
Hit it twice, double tap this page
Make the pus*y stretch like minimum wage (Haha, ha, haha)
Kill the pus*y, n*gga, dig its grave
I'm an accomplice, may I just say
Actin' like I like him 'til he pay
'Cause mortgage ain't free, man, okay?
I'm such a motherf*ckin' freak (Uh-huh)
Snatchin' daddy’s soul like Tariq (Oh)
Tall n*gga, let me climb the tree
Chiropractor, from the back he bеat (Ooh, ooh)
Drain the di*k, I put it in a drought
Jenga game, hе hate pullin' out (Out)
I'ma skate after we f*ck
So, on the di*k I just roll, bounce
And I'm poppin', and I'm poppin', and I'm poppin' this twat
f*ck a two-hand twist, I got the di*k on lock
I just make a n*gga shiver when I swallow every drop
I look up, n*gga shakin' like he NLE Chopp'
Then that di*k bust a nut in my eyes when I wake up
It's serving UK Black girl makeup
Throat full of little babies, wait, wait, bruh
Shout out to Jayda Wayda
[Chorus]
Guess what got more drip than anything a b*tch put on?
This pus*y (Oh, oh)
This pus*y (Ah)
Now guess what got more drip than anything a b*tch put on?
This pus*y (Oh, oh)
This pus*y (Oh, oh)

[Verse 2]
Suckin' on it while I look in his eyes
The pus*y serve courtroom, make ya di*ks all rise
You only gon' catch me where the money reside
I want a n*gga head up like he got baptized
'Cause I'm the motherf*cker that he like to brag about
Stick it in from the back like the tag was out
Throw the GPS, make him come the fastest route
He 'bout to straight sink in, like he crashed them couch
That n*gga 'bout to drown tryna rock this boaty
Cut the condom in half, now the di*k gotta floaty (Uh-oh)
He gon' wave his wand all around my throaty
Like, "You are now watchin' a Disney showy" (Uh-oh)
Throw it back, reachin' for them balls again
The fingers backwards, look like Mr. Crocker's hands
He got black balls, a di*k only grow as I plan
But I support black business and make it expand
I'm not the one, two or three
The di*k like a bungee jump inside me
Got butterfly doors, my legs up, he skeet
But first he pump gas, my tank was on E
n*gga, eat the ass and lick between cheeks
Head game stupid, remind me of Zeke
I'm the pus*y fairy every day of the week
So I'm ridin' on his c*ckpit, I don't fly cheap
[Chorus]
Guess what got more drip than anything a b*tch put on?
This pus*y (Oh, oh)
This pus*y (Ah)
Now guess what got more drip than anything a b*tch put on?
This pus*y (Oh, oh)
This pus*y (Oh, oh)
Now guess what got more drip than anything a b*tch put on?
This pus*y (Oh)
This pus*y (Ah)

[Outro]
(This pus*y)
Givenchy (This pus*y)
Balenci (This pus*y)
And Fendi (This pus*y)
Versace (This pus*y)
Armani (This pus*y)
And Dolce (This pus*y)
And Chloe (This pus*y)
And Louis
Uh, oh, ahh