B.G. - Fuck These Hoez lyrics
[Mannie] Yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah! Run it like this [Verse One] I don't sweat no bitches, I only issue dick I only dick in the splits, I never have been a trick I label hoes as hoes, you can't be my boo Bitch, I be home too, so how the fuck I'ma do for you Alize and Tanquerae had my dick ready The jelly heavy, greasy Cause when it's tight it tease me Cause I nut easy, bitch please me and suck Ya wanna be greedy, so catch my fuckin nut Hoes wanna be my ol lady, have my baby Bitch 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 bitch, she got grazed When a nigga 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 dickin, pussy, I gots to have it But before I get money, I supply my fuckin habit B.G. jockin? Never, bitch you cant handle Have fakes and they done, the bitch gets ass broke That's how it is, all my hoes get bounced I knock the pussy out, then I shoot straight for the mouth It's no doubt, I gets dirty, say bitch, how you figga? Call me a real ass, dog ass, dick servin nigga [Chorus]2x I don't give a fuck about a ho, cause da bitch ain't shit A ho 'gon be a ho, a bitch 'gon be a bitch Stay above da ho, don't love da ho If ya a thug, when it's over, you'll shove da ho [Verse Two] Nigga kill dat conversation bout yo ho you say I fucked She tryin to duck But I fucked and nigga what You trippin on my set and you disrespectin Nigga better steppin fo' I leave dat ass wet and You upsettin my fuckin nerve, I relent, that chopper leave you wet and Knock yo shit loose in a second Pussy protectin, I fuck baby mamas in this section Concert reckin, Bill Board chartin wit Black Connection In affect and chopper totin, put ya coke in Them niggas 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, nigga I'm erasin playa hatin Rapin ya for ya life Tryin to earn OG stripes You hoes know you be feelin me Trill nigga, real as can be Yo ??? get spilled nigga 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 bitch, we both supposed to be men and I got the Mac-10 and the Mac-9 and nigga try me Drama to Cash Money, Hot Boyz, that's a hobby [Chorus] [Verse Three] I ain't lovin no mans daughter, I fuck 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 fuck white, black, Hispanic and japs My dick 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 bitch Keep ya mouth shut, get smart, nigga off in ya shit That's how real niggaz 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 bitch up, Smack a bitch up Get buck, try to rush me, I'll back a bitch up Serve coke by the pound, B.G. get down V.L. locked up, he'll touch down My motherfuckin round Uptown is where I'm from, V.L. is where we be A.K.s is what we pack, the title is B.G. Head bussin niggas, examples we settin All these fake niggas threatin Lettin these hoes disrespect 'em But I'm checkin 'em [Spoken: B.G.] Fuck these bitches Dick 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 niggas is bitches too [Mannie] Don't love ya Don't need ya So why the fuck would I feed ya? [the B.G.] What's up? My nigga K.C. got 10 year for doggin these hoes 76, William B. in this motherfucker [Mannie] Bet it, man Understand, bet it, man
