Lyrics These Hoes - Lord Infamous, La Chat

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