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f*** These Hoez Lyrics

[Mannie]
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Run it like this
[Verse One]
I don't sweat no b******, I only issue d***
I only d*** in the splits, I never have been a trick
I label hoes as hoes, you can't be my boo
b****, I be home too, so how the f*** I'ma do for you
Alize and Tanquerae had my d*** ready
The jelly heavy, greasy
Cause when it's tight it tease me
Cause I nut easy, b**** please me and suck
Ya wanna be greedy, so catch my f***** nut
Hoes wanna be my ol lady, have my baby
b**** ya must be crazy, tryin to glaze me
Wanna rep, lets see ya play me
Ya get left under daisies ho, if ya tryin to fade me
My old ho, I had to ex the b****, she got grazed
When a n**** sprayed, so get on ya way, good day
I aint no good, I'ma dog anyway that's bout pimpin and livin
Gots too much game to be slippin
No trickin, just d***in, p****, I gots to have it
But before I get money, I supply my f***** habit
B.G. jockin? Never, b**** you cant handle
Have fakes and they done, the b**** gets a** broke
That's how it is, all my hoes get bounced
I knock the p**** out, then I shoot straight for the mouth
It's no doubt, I gets dirty, say b****, how you figga?
Call me a real a**, dog a**, d*** servin n****

[Chorus]2x
I don't give a f*** about a ho, cause da b**** ain't s***
A ho 'gon be a ho, a b**** 'gon be a b****
Stay above da ho, don't love da ho
If ya a thug, when it's over, you'll shove da ho

[Verse Two]
n**** kill dat conversation bout yo ho you say I f*****
She tryin to duck
But I f***** and n**** what
You trippin on my set and you disrespectin
n**** better steppin fo' I leave dat a** wet and
You upsettin my f***** nerve, I relent, that chopper leave you wet and
Knock yo s*** loose in a second
p**** protectin, I f*** baby mamas in this section
Concert reckin, Bill Board chartin wit Black Connection
In affect and chopper totin, put ya c**e in
Them n***** from China bringin it in on a boat and
I snort that dopeman, but I ain't broke man, I thought you knew that
I dress in black, who dat, gon' do dat
Knock yo crew flat off the top, I get high and shoot back
Knock yo crew flat off the top, don't know why I do that
Tryin to get my loot fat, then I take it to the street
Interrupt my paper chasin then I'll take ya to the street
Ain't no fakin, n**** I'm erasin playa hatin
Rapin ya for ya life
Tryin to earn OG stripes
You hoes know you be feelin me
Trill n****, real as can be
Yo ??? get spilled n****
Cash Money Records representin to tha finish
Beef we winnin, cause we stay spinnin a binn and
No laughin no grinnin, no he-he, no bullshittin
Respect my mind, I'll put ya life to a endin
I don't like these messages through these hoes you be sendin
Approach me b****, we both supposed to be men and
I got the Mac-10 and the Mac-9 and n**** try me
Drama to Cash Money, Hot Boyz, that's a hobby
[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I ain't lovin no mans daughter, I f*** a ho and ride
I stay high til I die, I lay dat pipe down then bye
You could try to get some snaps, but it ain't no haps
I f*** white, black, Hispanic and japs
My d*** is made of iron, once it's rock, it's on
Hit a bag of that bomb, break ya off then bring ya home
BG and L.T. be teamin up and trainin
I toss a ho, he toss a ho, Cash Money, weed, and drainin
Stay in line ho, get ya mind right b****
Keep ya mouth shut, get smart, n**** off in ya s***
That's how real n***** play it
All these rookies can't take it
Ya'll outdated, CMB can't be faded
Take it how ya wanna, bring it how ya feel
Hardest Hot comin, ho I represent the real
Bat a b**** up, Smack a b**** up
Get buck, try to rush me, I'll back a b**** up
Serve c**e by the pound, B.G. get down
V.L. locked up, he'll touch down
My m*********** round
Uptown is where I'm from, V.L. is where we be
A.K.s is what we pack, the t**le is B.G.
Head bussin n*****, examples we settin
All these fake n***** threatin
Lettin these hoes disrespect 'em
But I'm checkin 'em
[Spoken: B.G.]
f*** these b******
d*** suckin hoes
These hoes aint dishin nothin but some good mouth
Off Top...
These bow-lows, ho
Droppin these bow-lows in these hoes mouth

[Mannie]
What, What
What, What
What, What
Yeah

[the B.G.]
Some of these n***** is b****** too

[Mannie]
Don't love ya
Don't need ya
So why the f*** would I feed ya?

[the B.G.]
What's up?
My n**** K.C. got 10 year for d***** these hoes
76, William B. in this m***********

[Mannie]
Bet it, man
Understand, bet it, man
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