[Hook : Notorious B.I.G]
f** All You Hoes x8
(Get It, Get It)
f** x16
f** All You Hoes
[Verse One : Adam Quinn]
A to the Q, Master of dope, n***a
Say I ain't the sh**, what we telling jokes, n***a
They on my dick if they ain't then f** them
Boy, I'm from the Sin so you know I never love them
She ain't tryna f** bring them in, kick them out
I know plenty hoes that want my dick up in they mouth
Got a side b**h but she think she my main b**h
Baggin' hoes, give a f** who I came with
Turnt up, and n***a I'm rolling
Keep a squad of dimes on my dick like Trogans
Molly in the bag got a Becky in the back
And 'Friday After Next' she gon' s** me from the back
Brang that a** back, girl that p**y on my mind girl
I'll let you s** my dick but that's only if you fine girl
Don't give a f**, Becky or Latina
She ain't tryna f** then f** her, I don't need her
Then it's... (f** All You Hoes) n***as shouting like preach
We don't really love them, we just f** them in the sheets
Every girl that I meet swear to god I'm f**in groupies
Dropped my new sh**, now they acting like they knew me
p**y juice on my lips, I'mma drink her by the liter
And if her a** fat, she can be my Senorita
Juice on my lips, she say she love the taste
I'ma stunt on them forever, counting money I'mma say
[Hook: Notorious B.I.G]
f** All You Hoes x8
(Get It, Get It)
f** x16
f** All You Hoes
[Verse Three : Stick Up Kid]
I be stuntin' on them, like a double on them
All eyes on me but I don't even want them
I keep a bad b**h, cause I'm a real one
I'll probably tell my chick to take your chick
Now how you feel son
God damn it, here's the plan if you cuffin you leaving
I turned my ex girl out so now she be cheating
She hit me like "baby you remember the time?"
I hit her back like you wasn't part of the grind
Damn, a grimey chick can get the middle finger
f**in k** yourself, like this a head banger
I'm sure I'm not that n***a the you used to know
Ey one everything and you a stupid ho
Until world blow I'mma act a a**, make money
Take money, all about the cash
Tell these ratchets stop, Scottie, they wasting our time
Give a f** about your feelings, you tampered with mine
f** them
[Hook : Notorious B.I.G]
f** All You Hoes x8
(Get It, Get It)
f** x16
f** All You Hoes
[Verse Three : Adam Quinn]
I was born to ball, word to your mother
Phone fulla b**hes that I f**ed with no rubber
She got a big booty so you know I can't trust her
Seen me on the cover of a magazine
Now she wanna ball with a n***a, figure that
Cause the city where I'm from, I just put it on the map
Like a mothaf**ing tat b**h I put it on my back
Stixx said he bringing hoes I'm like, "n***a where they at"
On my Wu-Tang sh** ho, I'm all about that cream
And I ain't talking cake, these hoes knowing what I mean
Stepped on the scene, BOW, I am the man
I seen it in her eyes, baby come meet the band
Uh, We get it poppin' like July four
sh**, I used that punchline, David bring it back
Uh, we get it poppin' like Breezy
My number on my license plate, baby if you need me
[Hook : Notorious B.I.G]
f** All You Hoes (x8)
(Get It, Get It)
f** x16
f** All You Hoes (x8)