Toes Out lyrics

[Intro: Queen Key]
Queen, Queen sh*t b*tch

[Chorus: Queen Key]
Hoes out, toes out
Hoes out, toes out
Hoes out, toes out
Hoes out, toes out
Probably at yo' ho house
Probably in yo' ho mouth
Probably at yo' ho house
P-p-probably in yo' whole mouth, b*tch
Hoes out, toes out
Hoes out, toes out

[Verse 1: King Louie & Queen Key]
Chillin' at your hoe house with my toes out
And I don't really have my toes out
But we had to talk the other day, and she said tony this is your house
Now I'm chillin' with the boys now, havin' company, I'm showin' out
I'm feelin' in control now, hey, I give the kids chores now
Go to your room, I'm the uncle to your kids
I got sh*t in the fridge, I romance with your b*tch, ooh
I got keys to the crib and this ain't where I live and my mail coming here
Your baby daddies is some goofies, pullin' up in them hoopties, why you nail one of them?
If your Vicky was a secret and it wasn't hard to keep it, why'd you tell one of them?
Jody ass n*gga think he me, beat a n*gga ass like Pee
f*ck a n*gga mama, Melvin
(Queen sh*t), on this b*tch with King
I-I f*cked your b*tch in my slippers, I don't take'em with her but she get the picture
She is not stingy, she's very friendly, so I f*cked her sister
[Chorus: Queen Key]
Hoes out, toes out
Hoes out, toes out
Hoes out, toes out
Hoes out, toes out
Probably at yo' ho house
Probably in yo' ho mouth
Probably at yo' ho house
P-p-probably in yo' whole mouth, b*tch
Hoes out, toes out
Hoes out, toes out

[Verse 2: Queen Key]
Hoes out, toes out, white polish on my toes now
I don't give a f*ck about sh*t n*gga, I'll call the bros now
Yeah, b*tch been cold, but b*tch I'm froze now
Yeah, these hoes been hatin' but b*tch be smooth, b*tch slow down b*tch
b*tch, I'm a pro now, b*tch I'm a pro now (Queen)
Yeah, your n*gga is a whole clown
Yeah, and I make a ho drown
Yeah, make a n*gga go down
Yeah, I don't give a f*ck about sh*t n*gga
And I think I need me a big n*gga (ayy)
But I'm scared of fat stomach, thick n*ggas (oh my god)
n*gga, I'ma bull, you a pit n*gga
This fat ass b*tch think she me, b*tch you can never be Key
Shorty, I just want the D, then I'ma let his ass flee
[Chorus: Queen Key]
Hoes out, toes out
Hoes out, toes out
Hoes out, toes out
Hoes out, toes out
Probably at yo' ho house
Probably in yo' ho mouth
Probably at yo' ho house
P-p-probably in yo' whole mouth, b*tch
Hoes out, toes out
Hoes out, toes out