Famous Hoes Lyrics – FattMack

Read the complete Famous Hoes Lyrics by FattMack along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Fattmack’s music, you can also explore Leave and LL Smaky, two other songs by Fattmack.

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Fatt, Fatt

[Chorus]
I don’t really fu*k with no famous hoes ’cause the famous hoes be the lamest hoes
I’m with the same bros at the same los, still go and post up and the same store
Fu*k n!gga know where we at, if you blow, we shoot back, I be waiting on these n!ggas to say that it’s smoke
I come put this belt on your ass and the switchy attached to the Drac’ in a Louis V raincoat
N!gga, I love these bands and b!tches that do what I say so and Dracos
You never ask me for s*it, so I give you way more than a fake ho that stay holding hеr hand out
Shoot back to my old town, I don’t want you around, n!gga, you know you fanned out
N!gga, you know I only let gang ’round and you only know me on thе ‘Gram now

[Verse]
Got a family to feed, I can’t let ’em down
Can’t let not one of these n!ggas take me out
If they missing, we spin, we come back around
If they hit you and kill you, I’ll pay ’em out
It was just the other days I done made like an eighty-ball
I got bills to be paid, I can’t play at all
B!tch, you lied to my face, that ain’t fair at all
When I cried in your face, you ain’t care at all
Who the fu*k pick me up when I’m feeling down?
If I ever up Gen, shells hitting the ground
Fu*k the opps, swear to God we gon’ kill ’em all
Sitting back, smoking a blunt with my sister La
Probably talking ’bout my fine-ass baby mama
She the only one know how to piss me off
I get high, turn my mind and my feelings off
I’m gon’ stay on this grind ’til I fu*king die
I’m gon’ shine like the sky ’til I fu*king die
Swear to God I’ll be high ’til I fu*king die
I hope you know that you mine ’til we fu*king die
B!tch, I really love you to death, you can say I’m obsessed

I ain’t tryna do nothing without you
I’ma starve if I gotta eat lunch without you
I’m not driving if I gotta ride without you
Hide your face so nobody know nothing about you

[Chorus]
I don’t really fu*k with no famous hoes ’cause the famous hoes be the lamest hoes
I’m with the same bros at the same los, still go and post up and the same store
Fu*k n!gga know where we at, if you blow, we shoot back, I be waiting on these n!ggas to say that it’s smoke
I come put this belt on your ass and the switchy attached to the Drac’ in a Louis V raincoat
N!gga, I love these bands and b!tches that do what I say so and Dracos
You never ask me for s*it, so I give you way more than a fake ho that stay holding her hand out
When I shoot back to my old town, I don’t want you around, n!gga, you know you fanned out
N!gga, you know I only let gang ’round and you only know me on the ‘Gram now