Lil Wayne, Mannie Fresh - Hoes lyrics

Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana.U.S.

[Lil Wayne, Mannie Fresh - Hoes lyrics]

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 let's go!

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 bitch
Sit yo ass on that new
Leather and regroup bitch
It's only me you bitch
On our way to tha stoop
I'm the Birdman Jr, you ain't know
And don't gimme that silly
Bullshit about you ain't, ho
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 Weezy, 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
I'mma get it when it's time ta get it
Let's talk about

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
Motherfuck 'em

Ladies and gentlemen, the great Manuella

I got this rat named
Shelly that love Makavelli
Number five combo meals and
Splashin' KY jelly
I have old school shorty, still drink a forty
Grab the mic, start a fight
And fuck up the whole party
Baby you should leave, adjust yo weave
That's velcro, hell no, bitch go wit Steve
I got this lead singer bitch
From a popular group i would say her name
But she bought me a coupe
Got this super ho Shawna
Smell like marijuana how she dig Lil Wayne
But she love the Big Tymers
Got pretty girl Patrice found out
I'm fuckin her niece she tried to stab me
So I grabbed her and we called the police
Mister Officer, the bitch done lost it bruh
She goin to jail, oh well, I be fuckin her
See two dyke Spanish twins nuts
Pressed on they chin
Will we go video, well nigga, that depends

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
Motherfuck 'em

I got old school bitches 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 bitch 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

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
Motherfuck 'em
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
Motherfuck 'em

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