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Lil Wayne
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Hoes
Lyricist:Dwayne Michael Carter, Byron O Thomas
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, hoes? Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, hoes?
You gotta talk like a pimp, what's good mama, you knew better You'd do better, who better, than that nigga with the crisp white tee Icy white sneaks, jeans to a fitta You do better gettin' yo ass off up in that coupe bitch Sit yo ass on that new leather and regroup bitch It's only me you bitch, on our way to tha stoop I'm the Birdman Jr., you ain't know And don't give, don't gimme that silly bullshit about you ain't, hoe
I move you to my city, put yo ass in UNO I have you looking pretty hit the ave, now get tha dough That Gucci gon' fit cha like you posed to be in pictures I got computer love baby Wayne a change ya image You need Wizzy them other boys just gimmicks Me, I'm just game, green, and straight physics, is ya wit' it Yeah, I ain't even tryin' ta hit it I'mma get it when it's time ta get it, let's talk about
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, hoes?
I got this rat named Shelly that love Makavelli Number 5 combo meals and splashin' KY jelly I have old school shorty, still drink a forty Grab the mic, start a fight, and fuck up the whole party Baby you should leave, adjust yo' weave That's Velcro, hell no, bitch go wit' Steve I got this lead singer bitch from a popular group I would say her name but she bought me a coupe
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Got this super hoe Shawna, smell like Marijuana How she dig Lil' Wayne but she love the Big Tymers Got pretty girl Patrice found out I'm fuckin' her niece She tried to stab her, so I grabbed her and we called the police Mister Officer, the bitch done lost it bruh She goin' to jail, oh well, I be fuckin' her See two dyke Spanish twins nuts pressed on they chin Will we go video, well nigga, that depends
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, hoes?
I got old school bitches and new school hoes Female basketball players with cornrolls And I don't like short-haired girls, no not really If I do, she gotta look like the old Halle Berry Or the broke Toni Braxton, the first Lil' Kim But I still take hood rats and work with them Put yo' ass in a Jag and I drop ya quick Give ya ass a lil' game, if ya smirk ya in
I'm a pimp, not a simp, like ice in my drink And I don't think twice or blink 'cause I'm focused Rollin' in the whitest mink Like I'm polar bear, yeah, let down my hair Get Jazzy on a bitch like Fred Astaire Rose gold in her face get her red as glare My Bentley plum, my Mercedes pear I am lookin' for a freak, mama take me there, yeah
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, hoes? Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, hoes?
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