These Hoes Lyrics – Lil Wayne
Oh, Young Money, money so old
All these motherfuckin’ M’s and all these motherfuckin’ O’s
I can give some to these hoes
But I got that *** ***, and all these hoes want is this dough
All these hoes come as they go (Yeah)
All these hoes want is snow, I’m a hundred below
All these hoes ***’ for sure (Yeah)
All these hoes want is to say that they *** with a GOAT
All of my *** tote choppers, yeah
I walk around with an army, your *** cadavers
I had to sit down and convo (Oh) with Mother Earth and that *** told me I was adopted (Oh)
I wore some Vans to a wedding (Oh)
It was at the House of Versace, me and Kanye was spotted (Oh)
He offered me some wings (Oh)
I told him, “Don’t even bother, I’m already flyin'” (Oh)
You better not bleed on my carpet (No)
That type of *** get your *** ass thrown to the lions
It feels like my throne is on fire
You tried to call it a day but my phone was on silent (Hello?)
I’ma keep ***’ these hoes (Woah)
I’ma keep guttin’ these hoes (Woah)
I ain’t stuntin’ these hoes (Woah)
I can’t stop stuntin’ on these hoes (Woah)
Baby I’m stuck in this mode, like gum on my sole (***)
Lightnin’ up blunts I just rolled (Woah)
Got me *** up on these hoes (Woah)
Slam dunkin’ these hoes (Woah)
I done got enough of these hoes (Woah)
I ain’t tryna get stuck with these hoes
I get stuck in these holes
I’ma keep ***’ these hoes
I’ma keep lovin’ these hoes, then dumpin’ these hoes
I don’t even stop for these hoes
Can’t stop stuntin’ I ain’t got no stop button for these hoes
I don’t give a *** who she knows
You know I *** who she know, give a *** if she know
I don’t give a *** ’bout these hoes
No ceilings, I ain’t put a roof over none of these hoes
I ain’t even start on these hoes
I *** on these hoes, you know I ain’t finna *** in these hoes (No)
I don’t know what come with these hoes
I *** every ho that come with these hoes, right in front of these hoes
You be doin’ lunch with these hoes
Rollin’ up blunts with these hoes
Smokin’ dubs with this hoes
***, I don’t need a bunch of these hoes, you need to cover these hoes
I need to play some double-dutch with this rope
I’ma double cup on this ***
I’m over my ***, layin’ under his sofa
She bounce on my *** like a *** ’64
Gave me head like a marshmallow then she dip low, go DJ
Pajama party on my PJ
I’ve been in Miami party, this is private
I got the banana clip in this machine ***
Extra machine ***, if this machine break (Brrr)
I’ma keep bussin’, you better get lower than Donald be duckin’
You soft as some dough, and I’m hot as an oven
Your homie’s a s’more and your slime is a muffin
And I buss a lil’ ***, ’cause I like it, she love it
That bih gon’ get busy in private, in public
I stuck it, I stick it, I strike it, I struck it
She suck it, she lick it, she bite and I’m punchin’
I smack it up, flip it up, rub it down, whip it
Cookin’ the ***, get the *** out my kitchen
I’m whippin’ the white girl, domestic violence
Nosy ass neighbors, stay the *** out my business
Just business, I chop the boy up like some scissor (Yeah)
It ain’t nothin’ to get your throat cut like a ribbon (Yeah)
I aim at your nose and I buss when you sniffin’
Your brain’s on the hoes and your blood on the ***, uh
We are not on the same
*** boy far from me, way out of your lane
I’m a come through with so much ice on lookin’ like I don’t wanna ever be a Hot Boy again
Oh, Young Money, money so old
All these motherfuckin’ M’s and all these motherfuckin’ O’s
I can give some to these hoes
But I got that *** *** and all these hoes want is the dough
All these hoes come as they go (Yeah)
All these hoes want is snow, I’m a hundred below
All these hoes ***’ for sure (Yeah)
All these hoes want is to say that they *** with a GOAT
You can’t put a ceiling on the greatest
So we took the ***’ ceiling off