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Hoes Lyrics

Hoes by Lil' Wayne  

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Hoes Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, hoes
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, hoes

[Mannie]
Let's Go!

[Wayne]
You gotta talk like a pimp
What's good mama, you knew better
You'd do better, who better
Than that nigga with the crisp white tee
Icy white sneaks, jeans to a fitta
You do better gettin yo ass off up in that coupe b**ch
Sit yo ass on that new leather and regroup b**ch
It's only me you b**ch, on our way to tha stoop
I'm the Birdman Jr., you ain't know
And don't gimme that silly bullsh*t about you ain't, hoe
I move you to my city, put yo ass in UNO
I have you looking pretty hit the ave. now get tha dough
That Gucci gon fit cha like you posed to be in pictures
I got computer love baby Wayne a change ya image
You need Wizzy them other boys just gimmicks
Me, I'm just game, green, and straight physics, Is ya wit it
Yea, I ain't even tryin ta hit it
Imma get it when it's time ta get it
Let's talk about

[Chorus]
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
I don't love 'em
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
Motherf**k 'em

[Wayne]
Ladies and gentlemen, the great Manuella

[Mannie]
I got this rat named Shelly that love Makavelli
Number 5 combo meals and splashin KY jelly
I have old school shorty, still drink a forty
Grab the mic, start a fight, and f**k up the whole party
Baby you should leave, adjust yo weave
That's velcro, hell no, b**ch go wit Steve
I got this lead singer b**ch from a popular group
I would say her name, but she bought me a coupe
Got this super hoe Shawna, smell like marijuana
How she dig Lil Wayne, but she love the Big Tymers
Got pretty girl Patrice found out I'm f**kin her niece
She tried to stab me, so I grabbed her and we called the police
Mister Officer, the b**ch done lost it bruh
She goin to jail, oh well, I be f**kin her
See two dyke Spanish twins nuts pressed on they chin
Will we go video, well nigga, that depends

[Chorus]

I got old school b**ches and new school hoes
Female basketball players with cornrolls
And I don't like short-haired girls, no not really
If I do, she gotta look like the old Halle Berry
Or the broke Toni Braxton, the first Lil Kim
But I still take hood rats and work with them
Put yo ass in a jag and I drop ya quick
Give ya ass a lil game, if ya smirk ya in
I'm a pimp, not a simp, like ice in my drink
And I don't think twice or blink cause I'm focused
Rollin in the whitest mink like I'm polar
Bear, yea, let down my hair
Get jazzy on a b**ch like Fred Astaire
Rose gold in her face get her red as glare
My Bentley plum, my Mercedes pear
I am lookin for a freak, mama take me there, yea

[Chorus] 2x



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