Hood Bitch Lyrics

Hood Bitch - Sexyy Red

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All my hoes love me, 'cause I ain't bougie

Hug me real tight, smack my ass, grip my booty

Take a nigga shoppin', out to eat, then to a movie

Smoke a blunt with him, watch the nigga 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, bitch, fuck goin' to Gucci

Head trash, dick trash, that nigga a throupie

You want a hood bitch? Well, nigga, I'm the hoodest

Yeah, I might be ratchet, but I'm stingy with my goodies

All my niggas told me that I got some good pussy

I'm a big dawg, you ain't fuckin' with no rookie

A hood bitch (hood bitch), a hood bitch (hood bitch)

A hood bitch (hood bitch), a hood bitch (hood bitch)

My sex good, yeah, ho, I got that gushy stuff (ain't that DJ Chose over there)

You know your coochie fire when nigga up and eat your butt (hmm, look like DJ Chose)

I'm the type of bitch to fuck and never hit you up

Nigga, you a slut, but for real, that's what's up (for real)

I love a dawg nigga, I'm a dawg-ass bitch

When you eat my pussy, only focus on the clit

No more fuckin' broke niggas, this some rich dick

But I'ma wrap it up, 'cause these niggas got that shit (yeah)

I ain't no lame, I'ma tell you like this (what's up?)

I'm only tryna fuck, but I might give you a kiss

Don't try to get me pregnant, you can't trap a real bitch (uh)

Bust the last nigga that tried that shit

A hood bitch (hood bitch), a hood bitch (hood bitch)

A hood bitch (hood bitch), a hood bitch (hood bitch)

Ride 'round town with my nigga, bustin' hooks

Laws get behind, and they ass gettin' shook

Don't brin' your ho 'round me, 'cause his ass'll get took

I ain't said a word, I just gave a nigga that look

Sexyy with a bankroll, fuck a nigga out his clothes

Ghetto with some fuckin' goals, you don't like me, bitch, so

Ass fat, glitter thong, eat me to my fuckin' song

He a savage, I turnt' him on

You cheat on me, I crack ya dome

Basketball player, rapper or a killer

Lawyer or a doctor, callin' all the drug dealers

And I don't give a fuck, I like all kinda niggas

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 stealin' bitches' niggas

Your girlfriend borin', plus her coochie hella little

He choosin' on a bitch, sendin' pictures of that pickle

Wake up in the mornin', brush his teeth and grab the nickle (ain't that DJ Chose over there)

If you a lame nigga, then I can't fuck with you (hmm, look like DJ Chose)

Hoes don't like me, but they never press the issue (ain't that DJ Chose over there)

Sexyy with a attitude, I bet I take your nigga (hmm, look like DJ Chose)

A hood bitch (hood bitch), a hood bitch (hood bitch)

A hood bitch (hood bitch), a hood bitch (hood bitch)

You sure, bitch? (You sure, bitch?) You sure, bitch? (You sure, bitch?)

You sure, bitch? (You sure, bitch?) You sure, bitch? (You sure, bitch?)

Realer than these niggas, I keep it a hunnid

Showin' out, I hate when corny niggas get to stunntin'

Put them twenties up, lil' boy that ain't nothin'

Nowadays the bitches is the ones who get the money