lirik lagu lil yo - hoes aint just hoes
[intro]
(devil sh~t is constantly comin’ out of my f~ckin’ mouth)
(now it’s catch up with your kind)
mane, i’m higher than a motherf~cker
(now it’s catch up with your kind)
what’s up player~, player 1, whats up, mane?
mane, nothin’, mane, nothin’ but n~ggas ain’t barrin’ that sh~t
(devil sh~t is constantly comin’ out of my f~ckin’ mouth)
(now it’s catch up with your kind)
mane, what’s up, with—
mane, a n~gga high than a motherf~cker, mane
i wonder if that d~mn fool still up under the motherf~ckin’ car, mane
(devil sh~t is constantly comin’ out of my f~ckin’ mouth)
what if that d~mn n~gga still alive
is this motherf~cker still a~
sh~t, aye, fool, aye, n~gga?
n~gga you still alive up under there?
~m~ffled screaming~
aye, aye, b~tch, shut your mof—
mane, this motherf~cker still alive up under here, mane
aye, mane, i gotta go k!ll this b~tch, mane
this motherf~cker still f~ck—
motherf~cker still alive, mane
yeah, sound, bump ’em on the curb, mane
bump ’em on that curb, mane
we tie that motherf~cker up, mane
fry this b~tch, mane
i’ma go k!ll this b~tch, you know what i’m sayin’
[chorus: dj sound & lil bay]
ho–hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n~ggas thats some hoes, g
buster n~ggas talkin’, jealous two~faced ass boys
hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n~ggas thats some hoes, g
buster n~ggas, talkin’–buster n~ggas talkin’, buster n~gga—
hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n~ggas thats some hoes, g
buster n~ggas talkin’, jealous two~faced ass boys
[verse 1: lil bay & mad maine]
hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n~ggas with they d~cks tucked up under
yo, wonder, how can a trick b~tch come run up to some k!llers outta frayser, that’s flat~foot gonna lay ya’ on your backside, and then ride on any motherf~cker that’s with ya’
you suckers better watch out for the cl!ck ’cause we splittin’ wigs, sittin’ back, watchin’ a n~gga dig they own motherf~ckin’ ditch
calm down, lil bay
f~ck that, i’m finna cut up now
well, go on my n~gga and put some gas to the f~ckin’ fire (~gunshots~)
you can’t f~ck with lil bay, see, i told you once i’m a real n~gga and you b~tches gon’ have to k!ll me, ’cause i’m comin’ harder than ever, never, never will i fold up, you tried to pull my ho card, you got this n~gga f~cked up
now draw down, punk, and let me see what the h~ll you got and don’t hesitate, ’cause your ass done faked a move, and you gotta die
boom, blast, rat~tat~tat, ping, pop, trick, drop, b~tch, or your ass gonna have to deal with the f~ckin’ cl!ck
saddlin’ all this sh~t, like some motherf~ckin’ cowboys, so don’t get mad when i call you a ho, just bring on the f~ckin’ noise
[chorus: lil bay]
hoes ain’t just–hoes ain’t just—
hoes ain’t just–hoes ain’t just—
hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n~ggas thats some hoes, g
[verse 2: bl~~dy bones]
it’s my time to bust a rap about these n~ggas with generic nuts
feel the blast from the f~ckin’ tone, it’s on, feel the hot bullet as it breaks through your f~ckin’ bones
bl~~dy bones, takin’ hoes out, drop them dead on they back, and puttin’ that pistol in his mouth
now that’s what i’m talkin’ ’bout
n~ggas talkin’ all that sh~t, and still gettin’ they wig split
aimin’ at your motherf~ckin’ jugular
with my fifteen shot glock, buster ho, buckle up
n~ggas try to clown over petty sh~t
pop goes the glock, leavin’ your guts lookin’ like spaghetti, b~tch
f~ck the backseat, or the motherf~ckin’ trunk, tie him up
under the motherf~ckin’ bumper, do ’bout ninety over speed bumps
gut his ass so loose and leave his ass a bl~~dy mess
face crunched up, and his f~ckin’ wrists is stretched
when you see me comin’, strike a pose like you bold, see
my n~gga, it’s some n~ggas that’s some hoes, g
[chorus: dj sound & lil bay]
hoes ain’t just—, hoes ain’t just—
hoes ain’t just—, hoes ain’t just—
buster n~ggas talkin’, jealous two~faced ass boys
[verse 3: n~gga creep]
hoish ass n~gga, i’m just tired of this talkin’ sh~t
time to let you busters know, that n~gga creep ain’t takin’ it
with my glock, make a buster n~gga drop, ain’t got no time to make my cheese
buster ass n~ggas be talkin’ that sh~t, like i said, they known as enemies
so plan to see, before i jump your house and shoot your mama up
i don’t really give a care, ’cause i’m a devil worshipper
what i mean by that, i’m puttin’ these n~ggas in my f~ckin’ trunk
leave a n~gga all smoked out, until his motherf~ckin’ body bump
grab containers and a strainer, put some salt in your blood
grab a cup and sit right back, ’cause that what keeps me higher than the bud
my n~ggas droppin’ bodies like they workin’ for the ups
b~tches found up towards a riff, ’cause i k!ll like federal express
n~ggas constantly sayin’ that, “clinton brady ain’t gon’ never be sh~t”
now you ducks want to be my friend, ’cause i’m ridin’ cutlass on you tricks
so to all you double~facin’ n~ggas all up in my face
i’ma stuff this thizzang down your throat, prepare to say your grace
[chorus: lil bay]
hoes ain’t just—, hoes ain’t just—
hoes ain’t just—, hoes ain’t just—
hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n~ggas thats some hoes, g
[verse 4: dirty red]
beat them hoes, beat them tricks, drop they bodies off in the ditch
let em’ know it’s the 9~4, and n~ggas ain’t takin’ no sh~t
no regrets, no remorse, ’cause k!llers ain’t got no love, b~tch
you just realized, that you’s a victim of this thug sh~t
slugs, tricks, in a b~tch for steppin’ up to a trill one
k!ll one, steal one, to let you know, i’m for real, son
get gone, it’s on, you busters have entered the danger zone
real sh~t, thick sh~t, the sh~t that’ll make a cop quit his job
’cause i mob, when i’m f~cked up, i rob
n~ggas, k!llers, i’m comin’ like a gorilla
in the jungle, on a vine, on a vine, on a vine
(~gunshots~) i gots to get mine
c~ck my nine, it’s time for a k!llin’
a lot of blood spillin’, ’cause you done crossed dirty red the villain
drillin’ n~ggas in the head, with my f~ckin’ infrared
down on the spot, ’cause these mark~lame, b~tches got a n~gga hot
boom, boom, i k!lled every b~tch in the room
zoom from the spot, ’cause the swat got hot
now i’m on the run, these b~tches and busters are tryin’ to play me
it’s gonna be a murder, a f~ckin’ 1~8~7, g
dead bodies layin’ around, smoke from the .357 round
you shouldn’t have crossed a n~gga, you made me turn cold k!ller
spiller of the blood, i’m the thug that likes to rob and mug
b~tch, you should’ve recognized in the first place that it ain’t no love
[chorus: dj sound & lil bay]
hoes ain’t just—, hoes ain’t just—
hoes ain’t just—, hoes ain’t just—
hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n~ggas thats some hoes, g
hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n~ggas thats some hoes
buster, buster n~ggas talkin’, jealous two~faced ass boys
hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n~ggas thats some hoes
buster, buster n~ggas talkin’, jealous two~faced ass boys
hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n~ggas thats some hoes, g
buster n~ggas talkin’, jealous two~faced ass boys
hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n~ggas thats some hoes, g
buster n~ggas talkin’—, buster n~ggas talkin’, buster n~ggas—
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