Freddie Gibbs - Neighbourhood Hoez Ft 2 Chainz lyrics

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[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]

Sitting back, getting by dick sucked by the neighborhood ho

East side local 304, stay twisted off that reefer smoke

Stay twisted off them potent pills, might just taste the powder back

Candy nose, man I ran these hoes in a white Range Rove', 'bout to pound her back

No strings attached, bitch might be a ho but she my homie though

She got that friendly pussy, when I touch down she let my homies go

Preacher's daughter, choir every Sunday bitch you known to blow

When I was on the block broke back in '04, bitch act like she ain’t know me though

But it's all to the good, baby I forgive ya, hoes caught up in the hype

See the chrome shine bright, and now they think I'm they type of nigga

Bitch pump your brakes, you wanna make the bed shake, get dressed and I might come get ya

This ain't a date and never hesitate, you can put your lips where you like but I like my swisha

"Fred you so cold on a ho," I know but I just sit back and get chose

All about my stacks fuck a rat bitch I’m gon' stay on ten toes

Got doctors, models, college freaks, and broads on strip poles

When I'm tipping in the G, gotta smoke one with my neighborhood ho

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs] x2

Man, sometimes I like to kick it with them neighborhood hoes

Get drunk and puff a swisha with them neighborhood hoes

My bitch say I stay fucking with them neighborhood hoes

I swear, man it ain't nothing like them neighborhood hoes

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

I'm riding around and I'm getting it

You riding around and you didn't

I am riding around with semis, life's a bitch so I pimp it

Bread long like Pippen, Gucci on, not Dickies

I will dick her down so quickly

I draw pistols with no pencils

You know what I'm here for, that's to get dough

Hotter than six niggas in a Pinto with the vents closed

Period, menstrual, sentimental bimbos

Telling me they love me but been with all my kinfolks

Want a slice like Kimbo, ice like igloo

I like a girl that like doing what her friend do

'Specially if it's me and I'm laying in the middle

And all my verses cold, my microphone should wear a trench coat

Trapping at the Citgo, yea the Citgo

Now I'm the shit, I remember when I was piss poor

Neighborhood hoes still hanging in the neighborhood

And I don't have to talk too much cause my paper do

[Hook] x2