Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hoes Love , by - Spice 1. Release date: 17.11.2014
Song language: English
Hoes Love |
| Now how much money can one black man make |
| When his game be great and seasoned like a tasty steak |
| No limit, I’m in it to hold loot |
| Collectin' scrill like that Golden Gate toll booth |
| Old schoolin' like La-Di-Da-Di |
| Stickin' long donk in every hole in a bitch body |
| She lick pipe, but never would I taste walls |
| Catchin' more hoes than Mike Piazza catch balls |
| Mac Dre, I keep hoes droolin' |
| Ragooey, still old schoolin' |
| '71 glass house with that white interior |
| Blowin' big bomb, drinkin', rhyme superior |
| 151 ways I get dumb |
| For every ten times she cum I bust one |
| I got stamina, I fuck ‘til the rooster crow |
| Put them legs up and let me goose ya, hoe |
| Hoes… love it |
| Hoes… love it |
| Hoes… love it |
| Hoes… love it |
| Bossalini, it’s the muthafuckin' thug in me |
| I got a gangsta bitch pushin' all my drugs for me |
| Fuck ‘em then get in my Benz, rob their old boyfriend |
| Nigga gotta stay strapped with Desert Eagles, .44s, Mac-10s (Blaow!) |
| Show her how to pull the trigger |
| Talkin' to this thick ass bitch like she my potna, my only nigga |
| Another way to get the lucci |
| Is to hide these ki’s up in your muthafuckin' coochie |
| Extra Large in the heezay, with Mac Dreezay |
| Put the mac playa shit down up in the Teezay |
| Bitch come and go on this lick with me |
| Born Killers like Mickey and Mallory |
| You in love with a fugitive |
| Bounty hunters on my dick, no clues to give |
| Got a muthafucka dodgin' the pigs but I’mma stay at your crib |
| So we can fuck on the table and barbecue us some ribs |
| Hoes… love it |
| Hoes… love it |
| Hoes… love it |
| Hoes… love it |
| You never met a nigga like me |
| The M to the D from the CCC, I’m a G |
| Colder than 40s fresh out the freezer |
| Doper than a muthafuckin' quarter-piece'a |
| I got game that make hoes go get it |
| Funkier than two fat hoes that just shitted |
| On the same toilet, don’t spoil it, it’s all gracious |
| Keep hoes tied up like shoelaces |
| Mac Dre, boy, that playboy that hoes love |
| If your hutch act dumb, I’m gon' shove |
| You can run up if you really wanna see Dre |
| But I don’t give a F-U-C-K |
| I take wives, lives, whenever it get funky |
| Ask your baby mama, nigga, I got donkey |
| Gon' be in the Caddy when I’m in that babby |
| She askin', «Mac Dre, would you be my daddy?» |
| Hoes… love it |
| Hoes… love it |
| Hoes… love it |
| Hoes… love it |