Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All These Hoes , by - Meek Mill. Song from the album Cream, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.07.2015
Record label: Velocity
Song language: English
All These Hoes |
| To the pimpin' and that’s where I’m gonna be |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah! |
| Ay, and I say |
| All these hoes! |
| Wanna fuck with a nigga like me |
| Cuz a nigga like me get straight to the money |
| Go straight to the money and that’s where I’m gonna be |
| But it just like |
| All these hoes! |
| Won’t fuck with a nigga like you, cuz a nigga like you |
| So goddamn lame, it’s a goddamn shame what you gotta go through |
| But I’m just like |
| All these hoes! |
| In here y’all niggas wanna stare |
| I can see quite clear that them niggas right there |
| Hatin' on me like «yeah» |
| Well I’m gonna get |
| Cuz I’m just like |
| All these hoes! |
| Fuck with a nigga like me |
| Cuz a nigga like me get straight to the money |
| Go straight to the money and that’s where I’m gonna be |
| But it’s just like |
| All these hoes! |
| Don’t fuck with a nigga like you |
| Cuz a nigga like you |
| Keep on fake shoes, you look like fool for a nigga like who? |
| Nigga like me |
| Nigga like me? |
| Niggas don’t act like niggas like me |
| Niggas don’t move like niggas like me |
| Bitches be like «that nigga ain’t street» |
| That nigga ain’t real, that nigga ain’t right |
| That nigga don’t bang, he ain’t part of that life |
| That nigga ain’t rich, that nigga been lyin' |
| That nigga ain’t fly, that nigga ain’t live |
| See, the difference is I’m a different nigga |
| You same lame around different killas |
| You came with her, I left with her |
| I’m up in her, you textin' her |
| You paid for it, I pass on it |
| Speed up, I gas on it |
| Drunk drive, I crash on it |
| Fly out, I passport it |
| All these hoes |
| Fuck with a nigga like me |
| Cuz a nigga like me, just really might be |
| The last real nigga they see |
| See! |
| Yeah! |
| Nigga like me, true OG |
| Nigga like you, certified lame |
| You can rich, bricks are a payday bitch |
| And I swear ain’t shit gonna change, nigga |
| I be in the hood where the gangstas be |
| You a pussy nigga, you supposed to bleed |
| Type of niggas say we beefin' but you pressin' charges |
| Type of nigga gotta plug but |
| I can see you in the club talkin' loud arguments |
| I’m the type don’t say a word, I just start sparkin' |
| Bang! |
| Bang! |
| Bang, bang! |
| Hit all the targets |
| I’m forever thuggin' and my niggas |
| Real niggas, this the lifestyle |
| I should get her digits, get her iced out |