Master P - You A Hoe Boy lyrics

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Master P - You A Hoe Boy lyrics

[Verse 1:] Let me tell you this my love Scared little b**h, please Look check this out I'm one of the realest n*ggas left out there You think I'm gonna miss my chance of becoming a real n*gga By telling you who really did it When I know who did it, but I'm not gonna tell you Cuz I'm gonna take charge That's what real n*ggas do But the game f**ed up out here You a hoe hoe (hoe hoe) Biggie smalls you a genius [Chorus:] You ain't bout that life, you a hoe (you a hoe boy) You ain't a real n*gga, you a hoe (you a hoe boy) You ain't bout that life, you a hoe (you a hoe boy) Instead of talking to them broads, you a hoe (you a hoe boy) [Verse 2:] You ain't a real n*gga, you a b**h (you a b**h) p**y n*gga why you grabbing your dick (p**y) Word on the streets, you a snitch (you a snitch) You got a purse and a dress, you a b**h (you a b**h) N*ggas mad cuz I'm famous, you n*ggas mad cuz you're not b**hes mad that I did it again and b**h is not hot p**y n*gga licking when you act cuz you're fake You got sugar and your taking you ain't bustin a drake b**h [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Said I'm a know Let me shout out I'm all about a dollar These n*ggas they out here mad cuz I'm f**in they baby mamas Yous a hoe boy I let em know, boy I'm here proving you jocking rappers every show boy Now, get off my dick cuz I don't do the fake sh** Break sh** from turnt up, turnt up bottles till I face lift If it go up in this thing, I'll beat you on my own bottles N*ggas stuck it for a chick You just a Buster Bro model [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Listen, first of all, I don't f** with no f** boys If you hang with them you might be a f** boy My bad, everybody ain't a real n*gga I thank God every day cuz I'm a real n*gga You see this big old 40 Glock it will deal with ya I'm from the south side boy I'll deal with ya I'm a street n*gga trying to get a meal ticket Out ya, head first that's how I live n*gga [Chorus] [Verse 4:] Boy you a hoe but I ain't talking no garden equipment You got pure b**h in your blood Prick his finger and test it Boy you a hoe hoe and a half You and your armies make me laugh You ain't no click your staff And your hoes ain't loyal, organization was spoiled It was over hoe you all s**ed a Thomas You a hoe, you know you're a hoe You gave a plug name and confront about it folks [Chorus] [Verse 5:] First of all, this some real n*gga sh** How you trippin on your n*gga when it comes to a b**h You a hoe boy, check your hoe boy Play with me n*gga, I'm gonna tag your toe boy I f** with the jackers all the pistol packers All real n*ggas, ain't no mother f**ing actors Smoked those hallows, while line follows b**h played with my bread Hoe you won't see tomorrow [Chorus] [Outro:] Scared little b**h, you a hoe hoe out here

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