Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hoes, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Tha Carter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Hoes |
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 |
Let’s Go! |
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 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 Yea, I ain’t even tryin ta hit it Imma 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, these hoes |
I don’t love 'em |
Hoes, let’s just talk about hoes |
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes |
Motherfuck 'em |
Ladies and gentlemen, the great Manuella |
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 |
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 me, 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 |
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, yea, 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, yea |