Hoes - Lil Wayne, 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 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, hoe

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 Wizzy 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 Imma 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 5 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 hoe 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

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