Back to Top

Line Video (MV)




Performed By: Cash Amont
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: Emihle Tyumre
[Correct Info]



Cash Amont - Line Lyrics
Official




I got
I got freak ho on my line hoe
Freak ho on my line hoe
With a hoe I'm on lines though
Freak hoe on my line free my slatt he on lines though
Pushin in these pants I ain't gon' lie on bro
Yeah I flex my bands like why is you cryin' hoe
Rockin Helmut Lang yeah that shit it cost a fine hoe
I'm on all these pills, bitch I ain't fine though
Jugg a f*ck nigga, ask my slime "what you find bro"
Take you out (huh) you a fine hoe
Birkenstock shoes huh yeah, yeah you mine hoe
I drift the curb with the scat, we might fly hoe
MP5 burst hit his like a firehose
We hide the body ain't no way they gon' find him bro
All these drugs got me feeling like I'm dying hoe
Hit a nigga we might leave him on some bang
Blue shirt with a red chain
She gon' leave a nigga cuz he a lame
Rocking all black Bruce Wayne
I face all these bands feel like Bruce -shhh (Bruce)
All these bands look like blues clues (blues Clues)
Pourin red had to take a blue too
Mixing greygoose in my lean yeah I do
Freak ho on my line hoe
With a hoe I'm on lines though
Freak hoe on my line free my slatt he on lines though
Pushin in these pants I ain't gon' lie on bro
Yeah I flex my bands like why is you cryin' hoe
Rockin Helmut Lang yeah that shit it cost a fine hoe
I'm on all these pills, bitch I ain't fine though
Jugg a f*ck nigga, ask my slime "what you find bro"
Take you out (huh) you a fine hoe
Birkenstock shoes huh yeah, yeah you mine hoe
I drift the curb with the scat, we might fly hoe
MP5 burst hit his like a firehose
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


English

I got
I got freak ho on my line hoe
Freak ho on my line hoe
With a hoe I'm on lines though
Freak hoe on my line free my slatt he on lines though
Pushin in these pants I ain't gon' lie on bro
Yeah I flex my bands like why is you cryin' hoe
Rockin Helmut Lang yeah that shit it cost a fine hoe
I'm on all these pills, bitch I ain't fine though
Jugg a f*ck nigga, ask my slime "what you find bro"
Take you out (huh) you a fine hoe
Birkenstock shoes huh yeah, yeah you mine hoe
I drift the curb with the scat, we might fly hoe
MP5 burst hit his like a firehose
We hide the body ain't no way they gon' find him bro
All these drugs got me feeling like I'm dying hoe
Hit a nigga we might leave him on some bang
Blue shirt with a red chain
She gon' leave a nigga cuz he a lame
Rocking all black Bruce Wayne
I face all these bands feel like Bruce -shhh (Bruce)
All these bands look like blues clues (blues Clues)
Pourin red had to take a blue too
Mixing greygoose in my lean yeah I do
Freak ho on my line hoe
With a hoe I'm on lines though
Freak hoe on my line free my slatt he on lines though
Pushin in these pants I ain't gon' lie on bro
Yeah I flex my bands like why is you cryin' hoe
Rockin Helmut Lang yeah that shit it cost a fine hoe
I'm on all these pills, bitch I ain't fine though
Jugg a f*ck nigga, ask my slime "what you find bro"
Take you out (huh) you a fine hoe
Birkenstock shoes huh yeah, yeah you mine hoe
I drift the curb with the scat, we might fly hoe
MP5 burst hit his like a firehose
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Emihle Tyumre
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: Cash Amont

Tags:
No tags yet