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Brooke Candy
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Don't Touch My Hair Hoe
I was walking down the street, drinking my black tea boba. And this bitch... oh no, no, no, no, no, no. This bitch had the nerve, the audacity, to touch my mother fucking hair. Do not touch my hair. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Okay?
Don't touch my hair hoe, or my chinchilla coat. Don't touch my hair hoe, or my chinchilla coat. Don't touch my hair hoe, or my chinchilla coat. Don't touch my hair hoe, or my chinchilla coat.
Don't touch my hair hoe Don't touch, don't touch my hair hoe It's real out here in the field bitch And I'm a fucking scarecrow I'll scare these birds away hoe Your bitch is on my pay roll I get that money like my name was Sunny But I don't ever share tho My weed cost more then your four door I'm slipping off chinchilla coats I'm thinner goat gorilla tho I'm shipping out Brazilian co. I'm making a genera Saying dip n go like Pharro Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Motherfucker I swear tho Don't touch ma fucking hair hoe
Don't touch my hair, hoe Or my chinchilla coat
Don't touch my hair, my coat, my car, my home, my drugs, my money You touch my hair, my girls, my clothes And this shit won't be funny But if you cool I'll let you touch your tongue on my punani And if you lick it right you'll hit the apple seed like Johnny Cash rules everything around me bitch I'm high, had a pill and brownie Got a hide out way out in downy Cuz I got a board in every county So bitch beware hoe I'm not sure if you care hoe I'll wipe you out like nair hoe Don't touch my fucking hair hoe
Don't touch my hair, hoe Or my chinchilla coat
I can't believe she did that Now why she had to did that See that's the type of shit that's gonna make a bitch get bitch slapped I don't believe she did that Man, why she have to did that The next time that you touch my weave I'll push your fucking wig back
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