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Little hoe

Little hoe

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23 Sep 2021

You better pray to god, that I won’t see you Little hoe, why you asking for some more You can’t compare You compare to a pear Juicy like this pussy Make it open, then close before I make you my hoe You like moe, from the Simpsons; you always poor Go to the rope; I might trade over and win Count to ten, before you get pinned Nigga you the reason, the only reason you sin Nigga you will never win Until I’m graved in a coffin You are some shit Some shit, that you eat, man “Jack oh Lin”,and Mississippi holding hands, but molding pants Wish you were dead, cause I’m in your presents Nigga shut the fuck up, before I call you my peasant You better pray to god, that I won’t see you Little hoe, why you asking for some more You can’t compare You compare to a pear Juicy like this pussy Make it open, then close before I make you my hoe

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3 years ago

Hi there @jtness, Here's some feedback on your track 'Little hoe', thank you for sharing with us! 💥 The beat is slightly overpowering, turn up your vocals for a better mix. Spend a little more time on developing your rhymes to really elevate your songs. Think about where the words fall in line with the beat and experiment. This will improve your flow. Nice choice of beat, this is sounding nice with your delivery style. 🎼 Try experimenting with different levels of effects to see what works best. It was great listening to your track, we hope to see a lot more of you in the future, please feel free to share some more tracks with us! 🙌 All the best, The Rap Fame Team 😎

3 years ago

You better pray to god, that I won’t see you Little hoe, why you asking for some more You can’t compare You compare to a pear Juicy like this pussy Make it open, then close before I make you my hoe You like moe, from the Simpsons; you always poor Go to the rope; I might trade over and win Count to ten, before you get pinned Nigga you the reason, the only reason you sin Nigga you will never win Until I’m graved in a coffin You are some shit Some shit, that you eat, man “Jack oh Lin”,and Mississippi holding hands, but molding pants Wish you were dead, cause I’m in your presents Nigga shut the fuck up, before I call you my peasant You better pray to god, that I won’t see you Little hoe, why you asking for some more You can’t compare You compare to a pear Juicy like this pussy Make it open, then close before I make you my hoe

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