B.G. - f** These Hoez lyrics

[mannie] Yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah! Run it like this [verse one] I don't sweat no b**hes, i only issue dick I only dick in the splits, i never have been a trick I label hoes as hoes, you can't be my boo b**h, i be home too, so how the f** i'ma do for you Alize and tanquerae had my dick ready The jelly heavy, greasy Cause when it's tight it tease me Cause i nut easy, b**h please me and s** Ya wanna be greedy, so catch my f**in nut Hoes wanna be my ol lady, have my baby b**h ya must be crazy, tryin to glaze me Wanna rep, lets see ya play me Ya get left under daisies ho, if ya tryin to fade me My old ho, i had to ex the b**h, she got grazed When a n***a sprayed, so get on ya way, good day I aint no good, i'ma dog anyway that's bout pimpin and livin Gots too much game to be slippin No trickin, just dickin, p**y, i gots to have it But before i get money, i supply my f**in habit B.g. jockin? never, b**h you cant handle Have fakes and they done, the b**h gets a** broke That's how it is, all my hoes get bounced I knock the p**y out, then i shoot straight for the mouth It's no doubt, i gets dirty, say b**h, how you figga? Call me a real a**, dog a**, dick servin n***a [chorus]2x I don't give a f** about a ho, cause da b**h ain't sh** A ho 'gon be a ho, a b**h 'gon be a b**h Stay above da ho, don't love da ho If ya a thug, when it's over, you'll shove da ho [verse two] n***a k** dat conversation bout yo ho you say i f**ed She tryin to duck But i f**ed and n***a what You trippin on my set and you disrespectin n***a better steppin fo' i leave dat a** wet and You upsettin my f**in nerve, i relent, that chopper leave you wet and Knock yo sh** loose in a second p**y protectin, i f** baby mamas in this section Concert reckin, bill board chartin wit black connection In affect and chopper totin, put ya coke in Them n***as from china bringin it in on a boat and I snort that dopeman, but i ain't broke man, i thought you knew that I dress in black, who dat, gon' do dat Knock yo crew flat off the top, i get high and shoot back Knock yo crew flat off the top, don't know why i do that Tryin to get my loot fat, then i take it to the street Interrupt my paper chasin then i'll take ya to the street Ain't no fakin, n***a i'm erasin playa hatin Rapin ya for ya life Tryin to earn og stripes You hoes know you be feelin me Trill n***a, real as can be Yo ??? get spilled n***a Cash money records representin to tha finish Beef we winnin, cause we stay spinnin a binn and No laughin no grinnin, no he-he, no bullsh**tin Respect my mind, i'll put ya life to a endin I don't like these messages through these hoes you be sendin Approach me b**h, we both supposed to be men and I got the mac-10 and the mac-9 and n***a try me Drama to cash money, hot boyz, that's a hobby [chorus] [verse three] I ain't lovin no mans daughter, i f** a ho and ride I stay high til i die, i lay dat pipe down then bye You could try to get some snaps, but it ain't no haps I f** white, black, hispanic and japs My dick is made of iron, once it's rock, it's on Hit a bag of that bomb, break ya off then bring ya home Bg and l.t. be teamin up and trainin I toss a ho, he toss a ho, cash money, weed, and drainin Stay in line ho, get ya mind right b**h Keep ya mouth shut, get smart, n***a off in ya sh** That's how real n***az play it All these rookies can't take it Ya'll outdated, cmb can't be faded Take it how ya wanna, bring it how ya feel Hardest hot comin, ho i represent the real Bat a b**h up, smack a b**h up Get buck, try to rush me, i'll back a b**h up Serve coke by the pound, b.g. get down V.l. locked up, he'll touch down My motherf**in round Uptown is where i'm from, v.l. is where we be A.k.s is what we pack, the title is b.g. Head bussin n***as, examples we settin All these fake n***as threatin Lettin these hoes disrespect 'em But i'm checkin 'em [spoken: b.g.] f** these b**hes Dick s**in hoes These hoes aint dishin nothin but some good mouth Off top... These bow-lows, ho Droppin these bow-lows in these hoes mouth [mannie] What, what What, what What, what Yeah [the b.g.] Some of these n***as is b**hes too [mannie] Don't love ya Don't need ya So why the f** would i feed ya? [the b.g.] What's up? My n***a k.c. got 10 year for doggin these hoes 76, william b. in this motherf**er [mannie] Bet it, man Understand, bet it, man