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lirik lagu fuck these hoez – b.g

yeah, yeah!
yeah, yeah!
yeah, yeah!
run it like this

[verse one]
i don’t sweat no b*tches, i only issue d*ck
i only d*ck in the splits, i never have been a trick
i label hoes as hoes, you can’t be my boo
b*tch, i be home too, so how the f*ck i’ma do for you
alize and tanquerae had my d*ck ready
the jelly heavy, greasy
cause when it’s tight it tease me
cause i nut easy, b*tch please me and suck
ya wanna be greedy, so catch my f*ckin nut
hoes wanna be my ol lady, have my baby
b*tch ya must be crazy, tryin to glaze me
wanna rep, lets see ya play me
ya get left under daisies ho, if ya tryin to fade me
my old ho, i had to ex the b*tch, she got grazed
when a n*gg* sprayed, so get on ya way, good day
i aint no good, i’ma dog anyway that’s bout pimpin and livin
gots too much game to be slippin
no trickin, just d*ckin, p*ssy, i gots to have it
but before i get money, i supply my f*ckin habit
b.g. jockin? never, b*tch you cant handle
have fakes and they done, the b*tch gets *ss broke
that’s how it is, all my hoes get bounced
i knock the p*ssy out, then i shoot straight for the mouth
it’s no doubt, i gets dirty, say b*tch, how you figga?
call me a real *ss, dog *ss, d*ck servin n*gg*

i don’t give a f*ck about a ho, cause da b*tch ain’t sh*t
a ho ‘gon be a ho, a b*tch ‘gon be a b*tch
stay above da ho, don’t love da ho
if ya a thug, when it’s over, you’ll shove da ho

[verse two]
n*gg* kill dat conversation bout yo ho you say i f*cked
she tryin to duck
but i f*cked and n*gg* what
you trippin on my set and you disrespectin
n*gg* better steppin fo’ i leave dat *ss wet and
you upsettin my f*ckin nerve, i relent, that chopper leave you wet and
knock yo sh*t loose in a second
p*ssy protectin, i f*ck baby mamas in this section
concert reckin, bill board chartin wit black connection
in affect and chopper totin, put ya c*ke in
them n*gg*s from china bringin it in on a boat and
i snort that dopeman, but i ain’t broke man, i thought you knew that
i dress in black, who dat, gon’ do dat
knock yo crew flat off the top, i get high and shoot back
knock yo crew flat off the top, don’t know why i do that
tryin to get my loot fat, then i take it to the street
interrupt my paper chasin then i’ll take ya to the street
ain’t no fakin, n*gg* i’m erasin playa hatin
rapin ya for ya life
tryin to earn og stripes
you hoes know you be feelin me
trill n*gg*, real as can be
yo ??? get spilled n*gg*
cash money records representin to tha finish
beef we winnin, cause we stay spinnin a binn and
no laughin no grinnin, no he-he, no bullsh*ttin
respect my mind, i’ll put ya life to a endin
i don’t like these messages through these hoes you be sendin
approach me b*tch, we both supposed to be men and
i got the mac-10 and the mac-9 and n*gg* try me
drama to cash money, hot boyz, that’s a hobby


[verse three]
i ain’t lovin no mans daughter, i f*ck a ho and ride
i stay high til i die, i lay dat pipe down then bye
you could try to get some snaps, but it ain’t no haps
i f*ck white, black, hispanic and j*ps
my d*ck is made of iron, once it’s rock, it’s on
hit a bag of that bomb, break ya off then bring ya home
bg and l.t. be teamin up and trainin
i toss a ho, he toss a ho, cash money, weed, and drainin
stay in line ho, get ya mind right b*tch
keep ya mouth shut, get smart, n*gg* off in ya sh*t
that’s how real n*gg*z play it
all these rookies can’t take it
ya’ll outdated, cmb can’t be faded
take it how ya wanna, bring it how ya feel
hardest hot comin, ho i represent the real
bat a b*tch up, smack a b*tch up
get buck, try to rush me, i’ll back a b*tch up
serve c*ke by the pound, b.g. get down
v.l. locked up, he’ll touch down
my motherf*ckin round
uptown is where i’m from, v.l. is where we be
a.k.s is what we pack, the t*tle is b.g.
head bussin n*gg*s, examples we settin
all these fake n*gg*s threatin
lettin these hoes disrespect ’em
but i’m checkin ’em

[spoken: b.g.]
f*ck these b*tches
d*ck suckin hoes
these hoes aint dishin nothin but some good mouth
off top…
these bow-lows, ho
droppin these bow-lows in these hoes mouth

what, what
what, what
what, what

[the b.g.]
some of these n*gg*s is b*tches too

don’t love ya
don’t need ya
so why the f*ck would i feed ya?

[the b.g.]
what’s up?
my n*gg* k.c. got 10 year for d*gg*n these hoes
76, william b. in this motherf*cker

bet it, man
understand, bet it, man

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