Fawk Em Lyrics – Kash Doll Song Credits :-
| Song: | Fawk Em |
| Band/Singer: | Kash Doll |
| Lead Vocals: | Kash Doll |
| Written By: | Kash Doll, Mannie Fresh, Joshua Antwan Newkirk, Kristen Spencer & Park3r |
| Music Produced By: | 6lement |
| Music Label: | Kash Doll |
| Featuring Artist: | Kash Doll |
Fawk Em Lyrics – Kash Doll Lyrics :-
Heard They Locked Yo’ Nigga Up, He Got To Singin’ Like A Sample
Talkin’ Out Yo’ Neck Gon’ Get You Knocked Out Them Sandals (B!tch)
42 And Ace Of Spades On Deck Like I Gamble (B!tch)
Say They Get It Poppin’, I Pull Up, Y’all Gon’ Scramble
Fake Ho*s, Fu*k ’em
Weird Ho*s, Fu*k ’em
Weak Broke, Lame Ho*s, Fu*k ’em
Niggas Out Here Trickin’ Off That Munyun, Fu*k ’em
Thinkin’ You The One That He Can Front On, Fu*k ’em
Snake Ho*s, Fu*k ’em
Jealous Ho*s, Fu*k ’em
Cheap, Dry, Burnt Ho*s, Fu*k ’em (Hey)
If He’s Being Stingy, Get His Friend, Fu*k ’em
Say That Shit Louder Once Again, Fu*k ’em (Ayy, Look)
Like My Trunk In The Front
And My Man From The Hood (That’s Right)
Turn A B!tch To A Blunt
Roll Her Up In A Wood
Snuck A Stick In The Kelly
Promoter Tell Me I’m Good (I’m Good)
A*s Fat With No Belly
You Barely Get In The Club (Haha)
You A Section Eight, B!tch,
I’m In Here Buyin’ Eight Sections (Broke B!tch)
Eight-figure Nigga, He Just Ate Me For Breakfast (That’s Right)
Ridin’ Slab On Yo’ Nigga Face Out In Texas
Now Yo’ Chest Hurt ’cause You Done Went Through Them Texts (Ah)
Need A Ruff Ryder
Bent Spur Slider (That’s Right)
Patty Cake, Big Face, B!tch, Big Tymer
Different Color Nae Nae’s, I Got All These Niggas Buyin’ ’em
Tired Ho*s Out Here Chasing Niggas That Be Hidin’ ‘ Em
Fake Ho*s, Fu*k ’em
Weird Ho*s, Fu*k ’em
Weak Broke, Lame Ho*s, Fu*k ’em
Niggas Out Here Trickin’ Off That Munyun, Fu*k ’em
Thinkin’ You The One That He Can Front On, Fu*k ’em
Snake Ho*s, Fu*k ’em
Jealous Ho*s, Fu*k ’em (Ayy)
Cheap, Dry, Burnt Ho*s, Fu*k ’em (Ayy)
If He’s Being Stingy, Get His Friend, Fu*k ’em (Ayy)
Say That Shit Louder Once Again, Fu*k ’em (Ayy, Look)
Pop My Shit ’cause I Could Stand On That In Six-inch Heels (Facts)
Just To Get Me Out The House Gon’ Run You ’bout Six Mill (Facts)
Walk Around With All This Ice, I Got No Chill (That’s Right)
Them Ho*s You With Just Like Ya Jewelry, Ain’t None Of ’em Real (Fake B!tch)
Kash Been Winnin’
They Way I’m On These B!tches Heads
I’m A Whole Tenant (I’m A Whole Tenant)
My Name Forever In They Mouth, I’m A Whole Dentist
The U.S Open On My Neck, Yeah, This A Whole Tennis
I Been Ballin’ For A Minute, Got You Ho*s Winded
Try To Keep Up
I Might Buy Another Mansion Just To Kick My Feet Up
Face Beat While You B!tches Out Here Lookin’ Beat Up
At This Point, I Be Pissin’ B!tches Off So Much, I Keep The Seat Up
Let’s Go
Fake Ho*s, Fu*k ’em
Weird Ho*s, Fu*k ’em
Weak Broke, Lame Ho*s, Fu*k ’em
Niggas Out Here Trickin’ Off That Munyun, Fu*k ’em
Thinkin’ You The One That He Can Front On, Fu*k ’em
Snake Ho*s, Fu*k ’em
Jealous Ho*s, Fu*k ’em
Cheap, Dry, Burnt Ho*s, Fu*k ’em
If He’s Being Stingy, Get His Friend, Fu*k ’em (Ayy)
Say That Shit Louder, One More ‘gain, Fu*k ’em
Fu*k ’em
Fu*k You Fu*kin’ B!tches
Fu*k ’em