Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chop That Hoe, artist - Jay Tee
Date of issue: 20.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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, |