Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck Them Hoes, artist - Tru. Album song True, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Fuck Them Hoes |
| Yeah heh heh |
| Y’all ain’t think I was gonna make somethin' for y’all |
| Funky hoes this year, this is for y’all pussy poppin', shake that ass |
| Goin' to the club, borrowin' skirt, goose neck |
| Once a month draws changin', funky ass hoes |
| Yeah y’all funky bitches heh |
| All y’all bitches tryin' get me for my money |
| Y’all gonna end up with nothin' but dick and pounds of milk bitch |
| Ha ha yeah, I done hooked back up with my little cousin Mo B Dick |
| Y’all might know him as pullin' rank |
| But we 'bout to do this shit |
| We layin' the beats down real thick |
| And I’m about to get nasty stupid with you funky hoes |
| I’m jumpin' on you bitches cause you hoes got me mad |
| And all you money hungry hoes y’all can kiss my ass |
| Tryin' play a playa for his wallet like a bitch |
| I told you all you mother fuckin' bitches suck dick |
| Cause all hoes suck dick |
| You ain’t talkin to me |
| Yeah I’m talkin to you bitch |
| But your pussy fuckin' stank |
| And stop washin' your draws in the motherfuckin fish tank |
| You need to get a life, go find a job bitch |
| Stop suckin' the nigga dick just to get your nails fixed |
| How many licks in a mother fuckin' lollypop |
| She’ll call you Maxwell |
| Bitch will suck me till the last drop |
| Don’t blame it on the drank and the weed bitch |
| You and Harry are gettin' on your fuckin' knees trick |
| From your sister momma auntie daughter G |
| I know your ass back in the mail for me |
| Now your hustlin' bustin' your ass for shit |
| Cause ain’t no nigga in the hood gettin' your hair fixed |
| You’re just an old perpetratin' dick suckin' bitch |
| And i’m a let you hoes know who you fuckin' with |
| That M-A-S-T-E-R to the P bitch |
| Fuckin' with us killas |
| I’m a drop you to your knees trick |
| Think your ass played me like a mother fuckin' dog hoe |
| I’m a leave your ass dropped dead on the floor ha ha |
| Fuck them hoes |
| Fuck you funky hoes |
| Fuck them hoes |
| Fuck you funky hoes |
| Fuck them hoes |
| Fuck you funky hoes |
| Fuck them hoes |
| Fuck you funky hoes |
| Cause a bitch will tell you anything to kick it black |
| Once a hoe, always a hoe |
| How you gonna tell a nigga you don’t suck dick no more |
| Shit, you bitches know y’all hoes can serve that |
| Talkin' bout I don’t do that type of shit |
| How many times a nigga heard that |
| Yeah I’m a pay you some money but ya gotta wait until the mornin hoe |
| But I’ll be like sideways before you start yawnin' though |
| I don’t love these bitches, I never did, never will though |
| We gonna put it down me and P on you clown hoes |
| Doggin' bitches from the South to the West Coast |
| Havin' hoes stuck like some dope-fiend without a dope |
| Don’t ask Silkk for shit |
| Cause I ain’t got nuttin' but dick and some bubblegum |
| Fresh out of gum she gonna want some dick |
| Come over here and get you some |
| Fuck them hoes |
| Fuck you funky hoes |
| Fuck them hoes |
| Fuck you funky hoes |
| Fuck them hoes |
| Fuck you funky hoes |
| Cause a bitch will tell you anything to kick it black |
| I’ve had just about enough from you immature shit talkers |
| Claim you pimpin' hoes and reppin' on your dicks |
| But really bustin' nuts like water, balloons in your hands |
| I gives a damn about you cum catchers |
| And I betcha thought that it was just another dog a bitch rhyme |
| But Mia keeps it on her mind and I don’t mind tryin' |
| A whole heap of niggas runnin' off at the pussy eaters |
| Sisters don’t give a fuck about you and we damn sure don’t need ya |
| Frontin' ass always tryin' clown |
| But be the main mother fucker havin' dinner downtown |
| Mounds of niggas talkin' 'bout who got a funky cat |
| But that’s because the fact is that their nose be in the crack |
| Yeah reppin' on your dick bitch you needs to be smacked |
| Cause doin' that ride is like sittin' on a Tic Tac |
| Black mother fuckers always quick to trip |
| But know they came up on welfare and shit |
| Food stamps, medicade and commodities |
| Section 8 in projects so how you knockin' me |
| And claimin' you don’t trip bitch you know you breaks me off |
| Before you give your boys or your messy ass |
| moan |
| At salon shoppin' mall and nail shop here I go |
| Once my pussy hairs leave your teeth lookin' like a piano |
| So, I don’t give a fuck about them niggas |
| Talkin' that shit cause you know you gonna pay a bitch |
| So playa you can talk what you want to yo niggas |
| But when it all boils down you know your |
| Bitch ass gonna pay a bitch |
| I said I don’t give a fuck about you niggas |
| Talkin' that shit cause you know you gonna pay a bitch |