Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song These Hoes, artist - Lord Infamous. Date of issue: 01.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
These Hoes |
| Like my nigga Chuck say, yo, and I quote |
| These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes |
| Infamous, when I’m approachin' a bitch |
| I don’t come at that ho with no chivalry |
| I’m having that bitch going off and damn |
| Must a bitch have all my dough on delivery? |
| Might as well get the shit out of your head |
| No escape, you can’t get yourself rid of this G |
| So walk yo' ass on down that boulevard, bitch |
| And don’t come back unless you got all of my cheese |
| I will pull out this damn .44 mag |
| And I will give your fuckin' head injury |
| Ho, I must tell ya, I won’t lose no damn sleep |
| After givin' yo' head a crease |
| Keyser Soze is a savage, hell no man |
| I’m more like a rabbit, this African beast |
| And when I start grippin' this fuckin' MAC-90 |
| I will leave your body damn scattered in pieces |
| Like my nigga Chuck say, yo, and I quote |
| These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes |
| These niggas think they pimpin' but really, they be the bitches |
| Won’t you tell the truth? |
| You and your friend is on my trick list |
| Chat, I be the pimp, I be the mack, all that |
| I be the bitch you buyin' them Lacs |
| Be that bitch you brang them stacks, yeah |
| And I don’t love you boy, you already know the business |
| I barely like you but I love your finger-lickin' |
| Yeah, you the baller type, you wanna make a bitch a wife |
| You ain’t my type, I give you a night, that’s if you payin' right |
| Your credit card the only thing that makes my nipple hard |
| I swear you rather catch a charge before you let me charge |
| Cause I’m a dirty bitch, fuck that shit, might charge the trick |
| And, if his bitch ass wanna fuck, then charge his ass to jack his dick |
| See, I get paper from these niggas on a daily basis |
| And I’on’t fuck 'em but I’m quick to ride these niggas' faces |
| La Chat that bitch, I know you heard of me, lame |
| I’m acceptin' applications, won’t you come be my mane? |
| To say the least |
| I’m showin' a once-a-month bleedin' bitch no sympathy |
| Turn her upside down and shake it up till it all is empty |
| Scarecrow can show you no pity, punk-bitch |
| I want your punk ass pantyless |
| Murderous Memphis maniac |
| And I love to take hoes' innocence |
| Bounce some pimpin' on some gangsta shit |
| What’s a relationship? |
| Send a bitch across the country |
| To bring back my fuckin' grip |
| I can give a fuck about your sad ass puppy dog eyes |
| Bitch, you better get somewhere |
| And open up your fuckin' thighs |
| Like my nigga Chuck say, yo, and I quote |
| These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes |