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K Camp - No Manners Lyrics (Feat. PeeWee Longway)

K Camp – No Manners Lyrics (Feat. PeeWee Longway)

[Hook: K Camp]
These Hoes ain’t got no manners, These Hoes ain’t got no manners
These Hoes ain’t got no manners, These Hoes ain’t got no manners
That bag on me like Santa, That bag on me like Santa
That bag on me like Santa, That bag on me like Santa
These hoes don’t meet my standards, These hoes don’t meet my standards
These hoes don’t meet my standards, These hoes don’t meet my standards
These Hoes ain’t got no manners, These Hoes ain’t got no manners
These Hoes ain’t got no manners, These Hoes ain’t got no manners

[Verse 1 K Camp]
I got these hoes, I ain’t talking bout shit
Steady creeping round in another nigga vip
Tryna’ fuck for a bag thats it, I said these hoes
Be the same ones on instagram, think they they running things
With that [?] she don’t look the same
Playing niggas for the check, burning like a cigarette
Stay on the scene, but momma so mean she go bust like roulette
Really can’t trust these hoes anyway
Take her to the bed, imma’ hit her with the Hardaway
Feet all the [?] like my last name Hardaway
Heard you cuffing that, boy you really took the heart away

[Hook: K Camp]

[Verse 2: PeeWee Longway]
These hoes don’t meet my standard, blue benjamin sack like Santa
I [?] bandana, lil bitch i ain’t got no manners
[?] to wipe up my bezel, Benzes and my Rollie is Pikachu yellow
Stendo my clip, nigga shooting at a wedding
Goldie mouth pimpin’ cause hoes I got several
Fuck your bitch [?]
Double R ghost, inside Versace
Bitch eat a dick for a plate of hibachi
Hanging with the lows, yea we rolling and rocking
On another note, yea bitch I’m popping
Bitch I got bands [?]
Machine gun called chopper
Trap house, lean, lean, lean on a doctor
Smoke good gas like a rasta
Slanging OG [?] no imposter
Toss out his bitch [?]
Bitch don’t manners when we eat steak and lobsters
Giuseppe steppin’ [?]
100 bands on me in all my pockets
Pocket monster so don’t pocket watch
Lost my mind on a molly rocket