Hoes (feat. Mannie Fresh)
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 two or better
You'd do better gettin' your ass off up in that coupe, bitch
Sit your ass on that new leather and regroup
It's o-, it's only me, you bitch, on our way to the stu'
I'm the Birdman Jr., you ain't know?
And don't give-, don't give me that silly bullshit about you ain't hoe
I'll move you-, I'll move you to my city, put your ass in UNO
I'll have you-, I'll have you lookin' pretty, hit the ave', now, get the dough
That Gucci-, that Gucci gon' fit you like you're 'posed to be in pictures
I got-, I got computer love, baby, Wayne'll change your image
You-, you need Weezy, them other boys just gimmicks
Me, I'm just game, green, and straight physics, Is you with it?
Yeah, I ain't even tryna hit it
I'ma get it when it's time to get it, let's talk about
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes (okay, okay)
Can we talk about hoes? (Uh, yeah, yeah, okay)
These hoes (Young Jay, DJ Mike Y) (yeah)
I got this rat named Shelly that love Makaveli
Number-five combo meals and splashin' KY jelly
Old-, old school shorty, still drink a forty
Grab the mic', start a fight, and fuck up the whole party
Baby, you should leave, adjust your weave
Vel-velcro? Hell no, bitch, go with Steve
Got this lead-singer bitch from a popular group
I would say her name, but she bought me a coupe (a coupe)
Got this Hoover ho Shawna, smell like marijuana
Dig-, dig Lil Wayne, but she love the Big Tymers (bitch)
Got a pretty girl Patrice, found out I'm fuckin' her niece (okay)
She tried to stab her, so I grabbed her and we called the police (uh)
Mister officer (officer), the bitch done lost it, bro' (lost it, bro')
She goin' to jail, oh well, I'll be fuckin' her (fuckin' her)
See two dyke Spanish twins, nuts pressed on they chins (oh, oh, oh)
Will we go video? Well, nigga, that depends
Hoes (shut the group), let's just talk about hoes (uh, okay)
Can we talk about hoes? (Yeah, what up, Young Mal?)
These hoes (Young Jay, yeah)
I got old-school bitches and new-school hoes
Female basketball players with cornrows
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 hoodrats and work with them
Put your ass in a Jag' and I jerk it quick
Give your ass a lil' game, if you smirk, you're 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, yeah, 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, yeah
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes (see, what you got right here is Mannie Fresh and your boy Lil Weezy, man)
Can we talk about hoes? (We pimp in a major way, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Hoe-hoes (this what we came out to do, this how we gon' go down doin' it, big)
I don't love 'em (that's right)
Hoe-hoes (what's good, mama?), let's just talk about hoe-hoes (ain't no motherfuckin' time in this world for you to be mean, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Can we talk about hoes? (Just keep everything soft, sweet, and clean)
Hoe-hoes (is that-?)
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 two or better
You'd do better gettin' your ass off up in that coupe, bitch
Sit your ass on that new leather and regroup
It's o-, it's only me, you bitch, on our way to the stu'
I'm the Birdman Jr., you ain't know?
And don't give-, don't give me that silly bullshit about you ain't hoe
I'll move you-, I'll move you to my city, put your ass in UNO
I'll have you-, I'll have you lookin' pretty, hit the ave', now, get the dough
That Gucci-, that Gucci gon' fit you like you're 'posed to be in pictures
I got-, I got computer love, baby, Wayne'll change your image
You-, you need Weezy, them other boys just gimmicks
Me, I'm just game, green, and straight physics, Is you with it?
Yeah, I ain't even tryna hit it
I'ma get it when it's time to get it, let's talk about
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes (okay, okay)
Can we talk about hoes? (Uh, yeah, yeah, okay)
These hoes (Young Jay, DJ Mike Y) (yeah)
I got this rat named Shelly that love Makaveli
Number-five combo meals and splashin' KY jelly
Old-, old school shorty, still drink a forty
Grab the mic', start a fight, and fuck up the whole party
Baby, you should leave, adjust your weave
Vel-velcro? Hell no, bitch, go with Steve
Got this lead-singer bitch from a popular group
I would say her name, but she bought me a coupe (a coupe)
Got this Hoover ho Shawna, smell like marijuana
Dig-, dig Lil Wayne, but she love the Big Tymers (bitch)
Got a pretty girl Patrice, found out I'm fuckin' her niece (okay)
She tried to stab her, so I grabbed her and we called the police (uh)
Mister officer (officer), the bitch done lost it, bro' (lost it, bro')
She goin' to jail, oh well, I'll be fuckin' her (fuckin' her)
See two dyke Spanish twins, nuts pressed on they chins (oh, oh, oh)
Will we go video? Well, nigga, that depends
Hoes (shut the group), let's just talk about hoes (uh, okay)
Can we talk about hoes? (Yeah, what up, Young Mal?)
These hoes (Young Jay, yeah)
I got old-school bitches and new-school hoes
Female basketball players with cornrows
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 hoodrats and work with them
Put your ass in a Jag' and I jerk it quick
Give your ass a lil' game, if you smirk, you're 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, yeah, 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, yeah
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes (see, what you got right here is Mannie Fresh and your boy Lil Weezy, man)
Can we talk about hoes? (We pimp in a major way, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Hoe-hoes (this what we came out to do, this how we gon' go down doin' it, big)
I don't love 'em (that's right)
Hoe-hoes (what's good, mama?), let's just talk about hoe-hoes (ain't no motherfuckin' time in this world for you to be mean, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Can we talk about hoes? (Just keep everything soft, sweet, and clean)
Hoe-hoes (is that-?)
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Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Byron O. Thomas
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