No Manners lyrics
by Too $hort
[Chorus: K Camp]
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa
That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa
These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards
These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
[Verse 1: K Camp]
I got these hoes, I ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t
Steady creepin' 'round in another n*gga VIP
Tryna' f*ck for a bag, that's it, I said these hoes
Be the same ones on Instagram think they they runnin' things
When in person, b*tch, she don't look the same
Playin' n*ggas for the check, burnin' like a cigarette
Stay on the scene but the mouth so mean, she go bust like roulette
Really can't trust these hoes anyway
Take her to the bed, I'ma hit her with the Hardaway
Feed her with pennies like my last name Hardaway
Heard you cuffin' that, boy, you really took the heart away
[Chorus: K Camp]
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa
That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa
These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards
These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
[Verse 2: Peewee Longway]
These hoes don't meet my standard, blue Benjamin sack like Santa
All blue on my head, bandana, lil' b*tch, I ain't got no manners
Louboutin handkerchief to wipe up my bezel
Benzes and my Rollie is Pikachu yellow
'Stendo my clip, n*gga shootin' at whoever
Goldie mouth pimpin' 'cause hoes I got several
f*ck your b*tch under a Versace umbrella
Double R ghost, inside Versace
b*tch eat a di*k for a plate of hibachi
Hangin' with the lows, yeah, we rollin' and rockin'
On another note, look b*tch, I'm poppin'
b*tch, I got bands in a Santa's stockin'
Machine gun called chopper
Trap house, lean, lean, lean on a doctor
Smoke good gas like a rasta
Slangin' OG gas, no imposter
Toss out his b*tch [?]
b*tch don't got no manners, we eat steak and lobsters
Giuseppe steppin' leavin' Neiman Marcus
Hundred bands on me in all my pockets
Pocket monster so don't pocket watch
Lost my mind on a molly rocket
[Chorus: K Camp]
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa
That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa
These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards
These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners