Brendan Bennett - I.G.A.D.H. (I Got All Da Hoes) lyrics

[Verse 1: ODarious] Damn, ain't that some sh**? She tipping on my dick Then she asking for a tip Like whoa You swimming And the p**y don't flip Cause n***as take your life If they hurt about a b**h Not me I hit it then rip it then quit it You caught in your feelings I swear I don't feel it Got n***as that's trapped flipping work On the sk**et Get on my level They don't know what sk** is I'm throwed They should probably throw me the throne n***a carve my name on the stone I should probably sit next to Ye Stand next to Jay Roll up a J To the face Yeah, I'm gone To a planet I planted inside of your hoe I never tripped They gon' be at my shows I'm trying to eat and just feed all my brows Raheem--GODDAMN [Verse 2: Eli Rose] I came through the with a fat stack These hoes around like kat stacks Yeah that's true facts bet it's true enough True religions on so I bet she want love She just, looking for a comma told the b**h nada She heavy throw the coochie so you know a n***a caught it But, but let him flex Know that he a problem Drop a 16 for all the beef and all the drama It's like n***as hate it when you more about it than 'em Tripping over me and the loose change in they denims f** it all I need is 8 lines just to end 'em Throw a sub on a track right now and go and send it I really love the hate though I really still go f** with them fake hoes But not if she dumb and she give a** throat Cause if I slide the b**h might just end up in ma notes Goddamn [Verse 3: Brendan Bennett] Pull up, fire in the spliff Yeah I hear em talking, but they quiet when I spit Man these b**hes love Brendan know they tryna get the dick But I'm heavy off the pill and still tryna get lit, so- Tell wood pa** the Captain Morgan k** they whole album and I just rapped the chorus And while ya'll just trying make some stacks performing Your b**h was in my lap performing And she said I'm so fine I could smash a Mormon (Word?) Pardon me I'm puffing on the Exxon Laughing at these motherf**ers think they next on Swear my only competition is my next song Oh no, now they, in their feelings Now they hate the kid, probably paint me as a villain Try to wet me up if I ever make a million But f** em