| Yo, uh Silkk, we gonna dedicate this one to all the hoes out there
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| I ain’t calling every woman a ho, but, uh, if the shoe fits wear it
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| Cause uh
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| Chorus: repeat 3X
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| Tell me what you think after you talk to one of these stupid hoes
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| Tell me how you feel after you fuck one of these stupid hoes
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| Uhhhhhhhh!
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| Do you feel the same, some hoes want your change
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| Hoes been chasing niggas, rolling on thier thangs
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| They look for dope dealers, ballers and hustlers
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| See real bitches hate busters
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| Some bitches’ll let you fuck em till they bleed
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| Uh, but rats like cheese
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| You see, pussy stretch em out
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| You go raw, and hoes make childs
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| And then the game, it ain’t no thing
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| But it’s a shame cause a ho in it for one thing
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| They after big timers with big papers, Biz Markie make vapors
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| But see these hoes will hate you if they know that they can’t break you
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| Some of these hoes need to shut thier fucking mouth
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| Wishing for a new car and don’t have a house
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| Don’t play no games trick, keep my name about your mouth
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| You say you hate me, but at the show you damn near passed out
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| Wanting me to pay your rent but not your relatives
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| You mad at me, your baby daddy don’t claim your kids
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| You wanna baller to fall for you
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| But after a nigga fuck you, he don’t even call you
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| Dollar signs in your eyes ho
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| Claiming you a virgin, but on tape you fuckin big Mo
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| You rippin round town, you say you fucked a TRU nigga
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| I ask P and Silkk, they say they couldn’t remember
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| You or your name, you stupid ho
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| So get your kids, get your drawers, and hit the door
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| Ho, I ain’t got time for these bitches
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| Stupid biatch
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| Uhhhhhh
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| Now would I see if I fucked these hoes man cause P calls them a trip
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| Lookin at me like a big old dollar sign figure them hoes can get rich
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| Now everybody worrying and shit, looking all stupid and shit
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| Niggas be acting soft
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| When I met her she was cool as fuck
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| All of a sudden everybody got a fucking problem
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| Now, why you worrying about what kind of car that I got
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| Conversating with those tricks, you talking shit
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| Been looking at my rings and my watch
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| Now after you hit it, look this trick, who you giving the cold shoulder
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| And after you get your nut, then you be like mad as fuck
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| Look at her be like man, it’s more over
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| So you be sad when she there, and you be glad when she left
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| And you be mad when she around so you pack your bags and stuff
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| These hoes like a diamond
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| And be wearing things for free, but I’m a put them in they place
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| Man them hoes be cool at first
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| Then turn fucking crazy like a guest on Ricky Lake
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| I’ll play the game for what it’s worth nigga, lil G done keeping composure
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| I’m a soldier, when I go on a date I’m a bring guns, fuck bring roses
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| These hoes a trip
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| Ha ha, yeah
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| What these hoes don’t realize
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| They don’t realize that uh
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| If we was to give a bitch something, even if it was a few G’s
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| It really ain’t nothing
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| It ain’t nothing but pocket change to us nigga
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| Can’t break the bank baby
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| And uh, treat these hoes like fiends
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| Give them just enough, so they’ll come back
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| Bitch, I don’t need you, you need me
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| Stupid ho |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tell Me , by - Silkk The Shocker. Song from the album Charge It 2 Da Game, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп