Hoes lyrics

by

Ying Yang Twins


I hate hoes
I hate hoes
I hate hoes
All these hoes is da muthaf*ckin' same
Play ya to da left like a muthaf*ckin' lame
Call y'all, out y'all muthaf*ckin' name
f*ck y'all dames, I got game
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
For real b*tch, don't take the sh*t wrong
Thinkin' I'm nice, I'll break ya jawbone
Get the f*ck on, leave me alone
b*tch, you betta go on
See, y'all hoes ain't optimistic
c*ckblockin' b*tches, you unproper b*tches
What's tha problem, b*tches
You say ya n*gga, hurt ya feelins
Well, hoes done hurt mine, not once, not twice
But b*tch all the time so I'm a dog to a broad
Have 'em all cryin' I done cried before that don't make me a hoe
That just show me where my feelins ain't supposed to go
See, I got da magic stick, ya dumb b*tch
Other n*gga you f*ck wit, be on some punk sh*t
And I'm ma show y'all I don't need no help
Just as soon as I loosen my belt, b*tch
All these hoes is da muthaf*ckin' same
Play ya to da left like a muthaf*ckin' lame
Call y'all, out y'all muthaf*ckin' name
f*ck y'all dames, I got game
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I need a moment I can't stand b*tches and hoes
'Cause a b*tch is a b*tch and a hoe gon' hoe
But a woman hold her own, she got her own home
She drive her own car, buyin' drinks at tha bar
Take a n*gga out to eat, take a n*gga to da mall
Treat a n*gga good and wash a n*gga draws
But b*tches ain't sh*t, always talkin' sh*t
They wanna be tha sh*t, but is they sh*t? No
And hoes, they f*ck off the goddamn chain
Everything and everythang and don't take names
So that's a nasty hoe and I can't do sh*t wit it
Please, get out my face, I don't need a case
Yeah, I love y'all respectful women , independent women
I takes 'em out all the time but y'all hit the baggage
Need to keep on trackin'
I ain't speakin', I ain't talkin' to nothin' 'cause
All these hoes is da muthaf*ckin' same
Play ya to da left like a muthaf*ckin' lame
Call y'all, out y'all muthaf*ckin' name
f*ck y'all dames, I got game
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
Just keep my name out ya mouth
Before ya find out, how a down south hoe wil' out
You a hata, she a hata, three a hata, fo'
Everywhere I go, I see some hatin' ass hoes
Seven bell, jazze bell, never my [Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible] be hot because my deeper esophagus
Still they wanna bone me, smile and phone me
Laugh 'cause soon as I turn my back, they stab it
Learn to play fair, stop tryin' to care
Two hoes to one n*gga, b*tch, learn to share
Baby, you dead ass broke for hatin' on the rich chicks
See how I flow? b*tch, put this on ya wish list
Two seater wit tha chill on
My baby daddy put tha grill on, fixin' to put tha heels on
Chrome spokes wit da low pros
And tha trunk funk blows up the cedar on the dashboard
All these hoes is da muthaf*ckin' same
Play ya to da left like a muthaf*ckin' lame
Call y'all, out y'all muthaf*ckin' name
f*ck y'all dames, I got game
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
I hate hoes, hoes hate me
This is the men's national anthem for this year
All y'all real women, y'all can sing this sh*t too
If you a hoe and you hate another hoe, you can sing this sh*t too
If you a b*tch and you hate another b*tch, you can sing this sh*t too
So everybody gon' sing this sh*t
I hate hoes, they hate me too
Yup, yup, yup, yup
Yup, yup, yup, yup
b*tch
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