Hoes We Like

Lyrics

[Intro] Hello? (Who is this?) Willis (Willis who?) Will this dick fit in your mouth! [Pre verse 1: Rockwilder] Uh, hey what's up? This Rockwilder with Sleep D and Mac Driznay And we finna talk about these hoes we like [Verse 1: Mac Dre] Big pimping jumping off She fuck with me she got to call Dollars up, swallow nut I want a top notch bitch with a lot of butt Two on one, m�nage � trois Suck a golf ball through a coffee straw Them the hoes I like to fuck Taller sitting down then he is sitting up Good job, game to give She can't be broke with a gang of kids I can do bad on my own Some of them hoes say, "Ooh he wrong" Punk bitch get sliced thin as bacon Come around me with all that fakin' I like hoes with pretty toes Don't need makeup or pantyhose Hella saucy, sweetest dame Kinda square, hella fame A bitch with money is necessary I want bank tellers and secretaries Hustlers, cum guzzlers, come ride on these nuts These are the hoes that we like to fuck [Pre verse 2] Yo we ain't fucking any of you bath water-less hutches You know who you be Ass smelling real rashy Like wet wood, yeah That ass be wetter then that puss That ass be the part of your body that you need to dush You know who you be Brown banana eating bitch [Verse 2: Sleep Dank] Yeah, Mr. Gambini bitch, I'm in your area code Fuck what a cheap nigga holler, I'm taking the dough I'm hollering twosome, the gambler, the slick type, snitch type, weed like All up in a bitch nigga D. Rice What it be like, fucking the puss, dropping her off What you know about me? Sleep Dank breaking her off Keep her packed petty, lay the puss and get to swallow duck Drinking the puss keep my pocket stuffed Bitch I'm [?] smoke Bitch you fuck with square niggas, dollar joes I fondle hoes that [?] She got my posters on the wall Sprung, clinging to these balls Type of bitch I like 'em fireproof I strive too, convicted felon, cracking you niggas safe with [?] Hook my celly up, pick me up in the clean Q45 Intelligent, [?] hairstyle Rocking the Gucci fit, man this suit is sick Talking about some [?] shit But see I never split the dough with the hoe You know? [Pre verse 3] Yeah bitch coming at you two cent funky hoes You know what I'm saying? I'm talking about getting bomb booty I mean getting bomb booty, getting it big You know what I'm saying? Tight pantyhose and all that, though You know what I'm saying We coming at y'all like this Round me outside Rowdy outside baby Man, I want a bitch with one eye and one leg And a gang of money [Verse 3: Mac Dre] A want a big dollar freak, across the board With a gang of ye all the way from Florida When I say "bitch jump", she get to hopping Soft as cotton, booty big ass Stockton Shirley Temples, dimples, no pimples Do what I say, plain and simple No arguing, 'cause I R-U-N The whole show, I let a hoe know If she don't feel me, I will get felt When I tell a briznitty to get my belt Skimpy thongs make her love the song She will hit a Backwood, but she love a bong Them the hoes I like to G Romped the fuck O-U-T Bitches with riches, come ride on these nuts These are the hoes that I like to fuck [Outro] Yeah, one mo in this motherfucker This D-con, owner of this bitch You ain't the one Romp Records trick, get with it or quit it you tramp You ain't know I see you out there with your helmet on [?] Both of you need to be selling though, for real Get my grits bitch, uh and I'm out Fuck that nigga, ain't no more takes or nothing