Lyrics Chop That Hoe - Jay Tee, Baby Bash, Mac Dre

Chop That Hoe

Hoes get chopped,
hoes get laced,
ho get a donkey dick in yo face,
with no disgrace,
i keep my boots on lace,
and make a bitch clean up the whole damn place,
start in the kitchen,
do them dishes,
taste these nuts hoe,
they so delicious,
in the bathroom scrubbin tubs,
and dont even think about hittin the club,
let yo girlfriends go,
they stayin drama,
bitch im your daddy and yo mamma,
baby busy,
baby batchy,
i gotta beezoy in lake clamashey,
goin hard on a bitch is all i know,
ask that boy dre and tony franko,
wako say ho,
crank that thang ho,
i wish a bitch would ask me to be faithful,
(haha) it aint no chance,
and ima keep doin the dummest dance,
(haha) it aint no chance,
and ima keep the stupidest dance,
(the miami hoe)
Chop that hoe man,
break that beezey,
chop that hoe man,
break that beezey,
chop that hoe man,
break that beezey,
chop that hoe man,
break that beezey,
I wish I would make that bed,
i aint doin shit till you give me some head,
or jack me off,
till my dick gets harder,
as soon as i nut,
go and warm my water,
let a playa soak while you go get greasy,
i want ham and eggs over easy (sunnyside up),
bombay and some welch’s grapes,
dont try to run hoe theres no escape,
last night you was real excited,
but now im kinda feelin uninvited,
you dont like it that i called you a hoe,
put your ass back in the sixty fo,
whats fucked up is that its ganna get worse,
so bitch give me everything in yo purse,
i want check books, credit cards, and skrilla scratch,
if she aint got no bread ima kill tha batch,
Chop that hoe man,
break that beezey,
chop that hoe man,
break that beezey,
chop that hoe man,
break that beezey,
chop that hoe man,
break that beezey,
Once apon a stary night,
he went to the lot and bought a car he liked,
it was A-O-B all on bay,
20's all around how you call on thay,
i dont know no algebra,
but i know how to get dough outa her,
mathamatics, man calculate,
lets count all the tricks she about to date,
vellagios, venicians, chinese, white, and valesians,
carpet waters,
pocket starters,
fully hand guns,
and rocket launchers,
cuz pimpin aint nothin but a side job,
if i aint doin that nigga i mob,
you can ipod,
or mp3,
rub the lamp you might see the genie
Chop that hoe man,
break that beezey,
chop that hoe man,
break that beezey,
chop that hoe man,
break that beezey,
chop that hoe man,
break that beezey,