| Handcuff your hoes, the girl is yours
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| Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
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| Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
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| Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes
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| (Numskull)
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| This rap here goes to all you player haters
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| Hand cuff your hoes, that goes to all you Captain Save-Hers
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| Me, my major industries gold teeth and diamonds
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| Been grindin' for nine and half years now I’m rhymin'
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| Reclinin' meal tickets couldn’t be lookin' me in the eye
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| I’m sigh now, clown that ass like Saturday Night Live (WHHHYYYY!)
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| Because I’m all between they wife’s thighs
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| But all jokes aside I yoke the ride and roll the weed up at the same time
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| While I drive I cross my heart and hope to die
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| Hella high, it’s the mobb blowin' greenery till we die
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| So haters do me a favor, handcuff your briide
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| I creep through when your husband’s at the job
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| Many hunners got players, baby mammas feedin' me all kinds
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| Of hibachi shrimp and I don’t even rock Versacci pimpin dudes
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| But when I’m through, you never knew I touched her
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| Got her screamin loud as hell like Chris Tucker (aaaaah!)
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| Handcuff your hoes
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| (The Luniz)
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| When I step in the house (niggas snatch they hoes up quickly)
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| Niggas start breakin' out (cause they all wanna get with me)
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| Cause they know they hoes ain’t faithful (and my eyes is on them all)
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| And I’ll snatch them if I’m able (hey, put this lighter on the balls)
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| Olly-olly-oxenfree, don’t hesitate to give your hoes to me
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| (Numskull)
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| Uh, I’m used to stabbin' top notch and border coochies
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| Just big booty, firm casabas, preferably groupies (WITH BIG THIIIGHS!)
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| Makin' em ride they self up the wall easy
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| Off the expecting them, feel breezy
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| Do me a favor, take your hoes (HOME)
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| Before you find your breezy (GONE)
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| It’ll be for life, only players when I’m beerin' at
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| I want the better things in life
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| Nice, he ain’t hearin' that
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| I ain’t the nigga to be buyin' bitches clothes
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| They know that and still keep
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| So handcuff your hoes (handcuff your hoes)
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| (Chorus: The Luniz)
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| Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
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| Handcuff your hoes, the girl is yours
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| Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
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| Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes (your hoes)
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| (Yukmouth)
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| Hey Mrs. Big Butt (why you always cry?)
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| She fight all the time (Oh my, my, my)
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| He’s been cheatin' on you, but don’t worry, please dry your eyes
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| Just take a ride with smoke-a-lot, the master of high
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| (HOW HIIGGH!), high enough to kiss the sky, on the real
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| I wonder why beautiful girls date fat guys
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| He must got his cape on tight, oh look up in the sky
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| (WHHHYYY!), now that’s a Captain Save-Her fo' sure
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| Me being like that no, no, no, no, no
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| I know some hoes don’t want to be a dumb-dummy
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| But don’t play around and disrespect my money
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| Like a gun I’ll take you away
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| And if you niggas act a fool, I’ll spray you with the AK
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| Just let me take the ho (and go peacefully)
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| Let me skip into the sunset (like tweed-de-lee-de-lee)
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| I like to come and so do you
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| If you can take one nut then you can take two
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| And it’s true, we likes to party (TO PARTY!)
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| We likes to party
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| (Chorus: The Luniz)
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| Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
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| Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
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| Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
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| Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes (your hoes)
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| Handcuff your hoes, the girl is yours
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| Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
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| Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
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| Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes (your hoes), I’m breezy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Handcuff Your Hoes , by - Luniz. Song from the album Lunitik Muzik, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп