Ace Lib - Coles for Da Hoes Lyrics

She throw, She throw
She throw, She throw
She throw, She throw
She throw, She throw
She drop it low
Then touch her toes
Than bring it back
And shake some mo
She throw, She throw
She throw, She throw
She throw, She throw
She throw, She throw
She shake it fast
Like Mystical
Then make it clap
Yeah shes a pro
I done got my cash up
So I keep my grass cut
Now they saying that the illest nigga in Nebraska
They don't like that gone drop a dime if they have ta
If ya baby momma blessed me then you know that I passed-her (pastor)
Lord forgive me for that line but strike me if I'm lying
She strike me as the type to bring her frined if I'm inclined
I might hit from behind, then call her an Uber
Her friend gon let me put the log in like computers
Im styling,im wavy, these bitches go crazy
My whip is Mercedes, go apes shit like Jay-Z
Beyonce, I call yo fiance', she say she
Get wetter then tsunami
Eat the seed like edamame
Every outfit is homi'
Boy that mean I'm dead fresh
Keep my hand on the back of her neck like a head rest
He just wanna check her (Checker) when all I'm doings playing chess
When her song come on then she know what we expect
She throw, She throw
She throw, She throw
She throw, She throw
She throw, She throw
She drop it low
Then touch her toes
Than bring it back
And shake some mo
She throw, She throw
She throw, She throw
She throw, She throw
She throw, She throw
She shake it fast
Like Mystical
Then make it clap
Yeah shes a pro
Baby we ain't tripping
Cliqout what I'm sipping
She ain't gotta be a dancer to know that i'm tippin'
Money keep on flippin, pockets on Simone Biles
Throw a bunch of ones in the crowd they was like BOW
Shout out C Tez
My young chick she in Pre-Med
Whenever that I need head, she performing brain surgery
$1500 for her purse wasn't even a splurge to me
I hit that on the first night girl how you think that you curving me?
Ow, yeah
2 C's on my sneakers these Chanel ho
They ask me if I the got'em from the J Mall, I'm like heeeeelll no
If its really death before dishonor what you tell fo
Dice gone roll up his sleeves then he gon roll up an elbow
All my niggas smoke exotic
It really don't concern us if it ain't about a profit
We just wanna see you drop it
All the way to the ground
She gon twerk it then
I'ma make that blac youngsta sound
Toot toooooot
She throw, She throw
She throw, She throw
She throw, She throw
She throw, She throw
She drop it low
Then touch her toes
Than bring it back
And shake some mo
She throw, She throw
She throw, She throw
She throw, She throw
She throw, She throw
She shake it fast
Like Mystical
Then make it clap
Yeah shes a pro
Bounce that ass hoe
Bounce that ass hoe
Bounce that ass hoe
Bounce that ass hoe
Go, Go, Go, Go
Go, Go, Go, Go
Bounce that ass hoe
Bounce that ass hoe
Bounce that ass hoe
Bounce that ass hoe
Go, Go, Go, Go
Go, Go, Go, Go