Yeah, yeah, yeah, you talk too much You know niggaz always talkin bout ain't shit over bitches We give all our to the bitches any fuckin' way I love my bitch, so I'ma send some out to the bitches, holla
Shit, somethin' to remember When we met that day in But, been gone since November Had to finish out yo' college semester
Her major, investor She probably go broke tryin' to her Time and money in somethin that she call 'Cause, she love fuckin' with thug
alwasy get high and had to be drug dealers Eventually, she hooked up with some hood The bitches turned her on to strippin' Now the, gettin' is good and well understood
That on the wood can make things get harder Be I'm not a pimp, if I was I'd charge ya But for all that you go through, just I'd let you know Hoes need too, I'm fuckin' witchu
need to read the manual To separate your from a hoe 'Cause no rules to this shit here Am I myself clear?
What she don't won't hurt her y'all So big pimpin' on the low 'Cause there's no rules to I do And I know, hoes need too
You know what they say right? Bitches ain't And all men are dogs 'cause we just fuck to sun up, one up on a hoe I might go down on the low, that's just me
From L A X to Heathrow, I'm one of them That really doesn't need no, I met her she was "Girl, Interrupted" Grew up became a woman not to be
Frustrated and flustered, living These thieves hoes and hustlers, I'm diggin what's She had a studio in the projects With her and her from D.C. used to bus checks
And hold the coke, her ain't sold yet In hopes the copes don't about all this Shit, for all that you go Just wanna let you know, hoes love too
need to read the manual To separate your housewife a hoe 'Cause there's no rules to this here Am I myself clear?
What she don't know won't her y'all So big pimpin' on the low 'Cause there's no to what I do And I know, hoes love too
nails, fake breasts, fake eyes too It's O four, and kinda what we used to But you don't holla back like you used to, but I mad at cha I'm happy for a bitch, if I can't have her
I when you was down in Atlanta Workin gentlemen's and you didn't even know what a gentlemen was Forty to love and I serve body like Serena's with less curves
But speak louder than words And you gettin' your money, mami month, 15th and 1st Shit could be worse, you be in the struggle Or born with no ass and have nothin' to
Go on flex your muscle, 'cause that the case is it? Go on get your keep flossin' on these bitches for all that you go through Just thought I'd let you know, hoes love too, I'm fuckin' witchu
need to read the manual To your housewife from a hoe 'Cause there's no to this shit here Am I makin' myself
What she don't know won't hurt her So big pimpin' on the low 'Cause no rules to what I do And I know, hoes need too
Niggaz need to read the To separate housewife from a hoe 'Cause there's no rules to shit here Am I makin' myself
What she know won't hurt her y'all So keep big on the low 'Cause no rules to what I do And I know, hoes need too
Ha ha ha, yeah,