Hoes We Like Lyrics

[Intro]
Hello?
(Who is this?)
Willis
(Willis who?)
Will this dick fit in your mouth!

[Pre verse 1: Rockwilder]
Uh, hey what's up?
This Rockwilder with Sleep D and Mac Driznay
And we finna talk about these hoes we like

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
Big pimping jumping off
She f*ck with me she got to call
Dollars up, swallow nut
I want a top notch bitch with a lot of butt
Two on one, ménage à trois
Suck a gold ball through a coffee straw
Them the hoes I like to f*ck
Taller sitting down then he is sitting up
Good job, game to give
She can't be broke with a gang of kids
I can do bad on my own
Some of them hoes say, "Ou he wrong"
Punk bitch get sliced in as bait
Come around me with all that fake
I like hoes with pretty toes
Don't need makeup or pantyhose
Hella saucy, sweetest dame
Kinda square, hella fame
A bitch with money is necessary
I want a bank tellers and secretaries
Hustlers, cum guzzlers, come ride on these nuts
These are the hoes that we like to f*ck

[Pre verse 2]
Yo we ain't f*cking any of you [?]
You know who you be
Ass smelling real rashy
Like wet wood, yeah
That ass be wetter then that puss
That ass be the part of your body that you need to dush
You know who you be
Brown banana eating bitch

[Verse 2: Sleep Dank]
Yeah, Mr. Gambini bitch, I'm in your area code
f*ck what a cheap nigga holler, I'm taking the dough
I'm hollering twosome, the gambler, the slick type, snitch type, weed like
All up in a bitch nigga D. Rice
What it be like, f*cking the puss, dropping her off
What you know about me? Sleep Dank breaking her off
Keep her packed petty, lay the puss and get to swallow duck
Drinking the puss keep my pocket stuffed
Bitch I'm [?] smoke
Bitch you f*ck with square niggas, dollar joes I fondle hoes that [?]
She got my posters on the wall
Sprung, clinging to these balls
Type of bitch I like 'em fireproof
I strive too, convicted felon, cracking you niggas safe with [?]
Hook my celly up, pick me up in the clean Q45
Intelligent, [?] hairstyle
Rocking the Gucci fit, man this suit is sick
Talking about some [?] shit
But see I never split the dough with the hoe
You know?

[Pre verse 3]
Yeah bitch coming at you two cent funky hoes
You know what I'm saying?
I'm talking about getting bomb booty
I mean getting bomb booty, getting it big
You know what I'm saying?
Tight pantyhose and all that, though
You know what I'm saying
We coming at y'all like this
Round me outside
Rowdy outside baby
Man, I want a bitch with one eye and one leg
And a gang of money

[Verse 3: Mac Dre]
A want a big dollar freak, across the board
With a gang of ye all the way from Florida
When I say get up, she get to hopping
Soft as cotton, booty big ass Stockton
Shirley Temples, dimples, no pimples
Do what I say, plain and simple
No arguing, 'cause I R-U-N
The whole show, I let a hoe know
If she don't feel me, I will get felt
When I tell a breez-nitty to get my belt
Skimpy thongs make her love the song
She will hit a Backwood, but she love a bong
Them the hoes I like to G
Romped the f*ck O-U-T
Bitches with riches, come ride on these nuts
These are the hoes that I like to f*ck

[Outro]
Yeah, one mo in this motherf*cker
This Decon, owner of this bitch
You ain't the one
[?] get with it or quit it you tramp
You ain't know I see you out there with your helmet on
[?]
Both of you need to be selling though, for real
Get my [?] bitch, uh and I'm out
f*ck that nigga, ain't no more takes or nothing

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