Nipsey Hussle, Rimpau, YG - Thas Wat Hoes Do lyrics
[Nipsey Hussle, Rimpau, YG - Thas Wat Hoes Do lyrics]
Bitch marathon shit
Young rich nigga shit ten rack a show shit
Ten racks, you know, that's what I mean
Huhh, Check me out look
Look
She know my ex bitch she think she got next
She fucked a gang of niggas
Throw that pussy off deck
She ain't no real bitch that's
Why she talk shit
She been a ho since middle school
Why she ain't got shit
She ain't the homegirl she
Always getting punked
She ain't a stripper she just sit
The club and get drunk
That bitch a pill head she looking sick, huh?
I heard she got a STD
Don't get your dick sucked
That ain't her boyfriend, she getting pimped
Huh? Cause she never keep her man
She always getting dumped
She got her heart broke when
She was real young
That hoochie special ed, bro
I'm talking real dumb
Don't gotta holler at her
She gon' approach you
She got her county check now
She think she's so cute
Them ain't her red bottoms
She borrow clothes too
But, I ain't mad at you
Bitches thas what hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do but we not mad at you
Bitches thas wat hoes do
She fuck on me then fucked the
Crew thas wat these hoes do young nigga
You could swear I'm from the old school
Them last week bitches man that
Bitch is old news
She let me hit now the only
Things she got was soul food
This ain't halloween girl it
Ain't no tricking me
We eat for free, cuz I took your bitch EBT
Gave her the D
And then she ran and told her homegirls
The next week she found out
I fucked her homegirls she say get me
So I gave that bitch my cock to suck
The dick was good
So now she at my house poppin up
I got a bitch named Shelly
That bitch is hella messy
And she fucked like it's a sport
She shoulda won an ESPY
Ho bitches always got more than
One nigga to fuck
Ho bitches can't wait till the
First of the month that's so true
Yup bro thas wat these hoes do
She let me hit
And the only thing she got was soul food
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do but we not mad at you
Bitches thas wat hoes do
Shout out to Pusha Ink, I'm yellin TMC
One time for Blue Division, Top Dawg, and AOB
We had a differences but they
Got handle in the street
So I'm gon keep it hood
And shout the homies from the Uneek
That's Willie Lynch shit
They wanna start up beef
But, it's enough money in this shit
For us all to eat we got them clubs going
We got them streets goin
We got that WorldStarHipHop, and MTV goin
And yeah we lost it for a sec
But now we repoint
I took a trip out to Manhattan
Now the East know it
When I'm in ATL, I'm hollerin' duck tape
Ricardo, Alley Boy & Black
Dem niggas nothin, fake
I think I'm DJ Khaled, Ri-Ri-Ri-Ricky Ross
That We The Best and MMG shit
Screaming bitch I'mma boss
I started on the block
Out the trunk of my old school
Still I ain't mad at my haters
That's what hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do but we not mad at you
Bitches thas wat hoes do
These hoes know me, but I don't know dem
They unpredictable
Just give em dick and I'm through
Yeah she low key, but she get it in
That's what these hoes do, she benefit
She old news she don't got a job really
But she love to fuck
Go back and suck bitches
She will never get enough
She be runnin game, cause she look good
She a trick a nigga
Set it up to lick a nigga
She be going up she don't give a fuck
She up for bang bang, and she getting drunk
She fuck the whole squad, she wasting no time
Blame it on your high baby
You ain't even gotta lie
She fucked the AMB, she fucked the Pushaz Ink
No sleep
Wash her coochie in the kitchen sink
That's what she good at, hood rat, burnt cap
Wore out pussy, I don't want that hold that
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do but we not mad at you
Bitches thas wat hoes do
Me and my nigga Slim, was on the play right
He laced my chucks, and told me "Hussle
Get your game tight"
Back when I thought and shit
They was gettin cake like
We sent them bitches early morning
Til the late night
Sepulveda, Figueroa and Sunset
She'll give you money
If you tell her you don't want sex
That fuck her mind up
Tell her she just a fine duck
Get out a pocket wit a piece
She gon get lined up
I had this hoochie from the J
She was a go-getta
She brought her friend, her friend went to
Thas how you know nigga
Bitch I'm from Tiny Locs, I ain't no ho nigga
You broke and only fuck wit ballers
Youz a gold digga
This for the girls, rollin stress up
Tryna smoke wit you
Lookin busted in the club
Steady drinkin yo liquor
Bitch, put the bottle down
Thas for the bros boo
But, I ain't mad at you baby
Thas wat hoes do
Young rich nigga shit ten rack a show shit
Ten racks, you know, that's what I mean
Huhh, Check me out look
Look
She know my ex bitch she think she got next
She fucked a gang of niggas
Throw that pussy off deck
She ain't no real bitch that's
Why she talk shit
She been a ho since middle school
Why she ain't got shit
She ain't the homegirl she
Always getting punked
She ain't a stripper she just sit
The club and get drunk
That bitch a pill head she looking sick, huh?
I heard she got a STD
Don't get your dick sucked
That ain't her boyfriend, she getting pimped
Huh? Cause she never keep her man
She always getting dumped
She got her heart broke when
She was real young
That hoochie special ed, bro
I'm talking real dumb
Don't gotta holler at her
She gon' approach you
She got her county check now
She think she's so cute
Them ain't her red bottoms
She borrow clothes too
But, I ain't mad at you
Bitches thas what hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do but we not mad at you
Bitches thas wat hoes do
She fuck on me then fucked the
Crew thas wat these hoes do young nigga
You could swear I'm from the old school
Them last week bitches man that
Bitch is old news
She let me hit now the only
Things she got was soul food
This ain't halloween girl it
Ain't no tricking me
We eat for free, cuz I took your bitch EBT
Gave her the D
And then she ran and told her homegirls
The next week she found out
I fucked her homegirls she say get me
So I gave that bitch my cock to suck
The dick was good
So now she at my house poppin up
I got a bitch named Shelly
That bitch is hella messy
And she fucked like it's a sport
She shoulda won an ESPY
Ho bitches always got more than
One nigga to fuck
Ho bitches can't wait till the
First of the month that's so true
Yup bro thas wat these hoes do
She let me hit
And the only thing she got was soul food
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do but we not mad at you
Bitches thas wat hoes do
Shout out to Pusha Ink, I'm yellin TMC
One time for Blue Division, Top Dawg, and AOB
We had a differences but they
Got handle in the street
So I'm gon keep it hood
And shout the homies from the Uneek
That's Willie Lynch shit
They wanna start up beef
But, it's enough money in this shit
For us all to eat we got them clubs going
We got them streets goin
We got that WorldStarHipHop, and MTV goin
And yeah we lost it for a sec
But now we repoint
I took a trip out to Manhattan
Now the East know it
When I'm in ATL, I'm hollerin' duck tape
Ricardo, Alley Boy & Black
Dem niggas nothin, fake
I think I'm DJ Khaled, Ri-Ri-Ri-Ricky Ross
That We The Best and MMG shit
Screaming bitch I'mma boss
I started on the block
Out the trunk of my old school
Still I ain't mad at my haters
That's what hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do but we not mad at you
Bitches thas wat hoes do
These hoes know me, but I don't know dem
They unpredictable
Just give em dick and I'm through
Yeah she low key, but she get it in
That's what these hoes do, she benefit
She old news she don't got a job really
But she love to fuck
Go back and suck bitches
She will never get enough
She be runnin game, cause she look good
She a trick a nigga
Set it up to lick a nigga
She be going up she don't give a fuck
She up for bang bang, and she getting drunk
She fuck the whole squad, she wasting no time
Blame it on your high baby
You ain't even gotta lie
She fucked the AMB, she fucked the Pushaz Ink
No sleep
Wash her coochie in the kitchen sink
That's what she good at, hood rat, burnt cap
Wore out pussy, I don't want that hold that
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do but we not mad at you
Bitches thas wat hoes do
Me and my nigga Slim, was on the play right
He laced my chucks, and told me "Hussle
Get your game tight"
Back when I thought and shit
They was gettin cake like
We sent them bitches early morning
Til the late night
Sepulveda, Figueroa and Sunset
She'll give you money
If you tell her you don't want sex
That fuck her mind up
Tell her she just a fine duck
Get out a pocket wit a piece
She gon get lined up
I had this hoochie from the J
She was a go-getta
She brought her friend, her friend went to
Thas how you know nigga
Bitch I'm from Tiny Locs, I ain't no ho nigga
You broke and only fuck wit ballers
Youz a gold digga
This for the girls, rollin stress up
Tryna smoke wit you
Lookin busted in the club
Steady drinkin yo liquor
Bitch, put the bottle down
Thas for the bros boo
But, I ain't mad at you baby
Thas wat hoes do