Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Don't Love 'Em, artist - Mac. Date of issue: 20.07.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Don't Love 'Em |
| Yeah KLC DJ Wop it’s all about them hoes |
| I know my nigga Wop don’t love them hoes |
| My nigga KL he ain’t loving them hoes |
| My nigga Cult definitely ain’t loving them hoes |
| Y’all what’s up with this Mac nigga feel it |
| To all the bitches hoes and all that shit |
| Running around with them tights on trying to find them tricks |
| Running behind that dick chasing niggas with brand names |
| I see you tight coming you making it harder for the right woman |
| Off in the club giving rappers a hug |
| Trying to get some love letting them put their hands on your glove |
| Off in the limo you and that slim ho |
| They hit the ass and let their partner and them know |
| So now you on they demo |
| They wrote a rhyme about cha |
| They told the world how they got that out cha |
| All up in the mouth too you with the groupie route boo |
| They made you famous your man has got to be your bitch |
| He saw the video tape and said all man that ain’t shit |
| Instead of ending it he defending it I’ll give you that much |
| Either he lame or your pussy is pure gold with diamond clusters |
| But he a buster cause everybody fucked you |
| But he the only one saying he love you |
| Woo you’s a |
| Hoes hoes You know I’m bout them hoes hoes |
| But I don’t love them hoes hoes hoes hoes |
| Wop don’t love them hoes hoes |
| KL don’t love them hoes hoes |
| Fiend don’t love them hoes hoes |
| Coonts don’t love them hoes |
| Check this out |
| I seen her in the house in blue shaking her ass |
| Winking her eye at every nigga who passed |
| Trying to fell that glass put his pants back |
| The ass fat but you asked backwards |
| A trip with a simple effect even don’t have to |
| Simple things you be after you caught up in the rapture |
| Me and my nigga point at you with laughter |
| But get down or try to understand you world |
| And what it did to make you such a shallow ass girl |
| I know you laid with this nigga that you met last night |
| You fucking him because his white Land Cruiser’s looking tight |
| Stroking telling you that it was love at first sight |
| But you don’t realize that it was love for the night |
| Now you at the crib crying you sick of all them niggas lying |
| But you the one that’s doing all the lying |
| Supplying the cat to all the niggas that be trying to mack |
| On the celia you wants to be real familiar |
| Now back at the spot where the champagne pop |
| You in the club corner getting wet in some rain drop |
| It’s common to you so you except it |
| It’s unknown how many niggas you done slept with |
| We don’t love them hoes hoes |
| We don’t love them hoes hoes hoes hoes |
| I’m bout them hoes |
| Check it hoes |
| My nigga slim I let them hoes know I’m from the 3rd yo |
| My name is Macadon and I’ll get all up in em' slow |
| I gives a fuck I get bucked nigga what |
| My nigga DJ Wop told me to let them niggas know what’s up |
| My girl Storm she definitely in the house |
| I’m from uptown so you niggas know I got all the clout |
| Murder murder kill kill |