Don’t Love Hoes

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Max B - Rap, East Coast Rap

Don’t Love Hoes

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[Intro] BossDon Biggavel' Young Los Another pimp classic for you niggas (101) 101 You know I'm such a big sensation Get on your shit, Biggavel' Talk to the game [Chorus] I remember a time you used to love me (love me) "Found out that Bigga wasn't mine", now you saying fuck me Baby, I remembered a time when you used to keep me company -y (company) Our love is over... [Verse 1] That nigga Bigga going again as usual We gon' dress him in a pretty suit, send him to his funeral Send him with a shooter too, 'case they try to move on you Baby, on the up and up I ain't with the fun stuff I ain't got another cup Drink that Henny straight, like a wrestler Look how bitches let me get the best of them Always steady sexin' them Damn, man, I'm a pimp and she know it too Good girl work and she go to school Every day I pick her up, take her to the [?] Said, "If it ain't Bigga, I ain't bumpin' that!" I ain't really fuck her It's a matter of time before I fuck her, right? Still feelin' woozy from the other night Got that Everlight from the wrist club No, you can't stand You never really wanted to fuck my man, bitch I was in the middle like a sandwich I was on top, my other bitch was on the bottom Now I think I got her It was all to stop 'em but these fuckers tried to pop 'em Seen the [?], duck the tree $300 on my jeans "That nigga Bigga, he so mean" "And he gettin' this green" "Damn he be sittin' clean, huh" [Chorus] I remember a time you used to love me (love me) "Found out that Bigga wasn't mine", now you saying fuck me Baby, I remembered a time when you used to keep me company -y (company) Our love is over... [Verse 2] Yeah Cuz I could give a shit how much money you made last year I could really care - Biggaveli he made a mil' See me, plottin' on the TV Rollin' up another one Me and Young Towel Nigga, you only makin' 7 bucks an hour What the fuck is that? He's back - money, gettin' more Homie, help me get her, huh Homie, let me get it off, take me to the liquor store Fix me with some Remy Ma' Hit you with the semi, pa' She hit me, "Huh?" Baby-mama drama, fuck the cunt Bitches always pullin' a stunt Make her roll a blunt Baby, play the part Played my little lady from the start She said, "Maxy, don't break my heart" Dip in all these bitches, they gon' get you trapped Dippin' in the 'Lac, Imma do what I gotta do I'm never goin' back I ain't goin' to the 'max Y'all gon' have to come and find me Shit on niggas that try me [Chorus] I remember a time you used to love me (love me) "Found out that Bigga wasn't mine", now you saying fuck me Baby, I remembered a time when you used to keep me company -y (company) Our love is over...

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  • Max B