Hoes-Ying Yang Twins

　　　 Artist：ying yang twins Songs Title：hoes I hate hoes I hate hoes I hate hoes Ooooooh All these hoes is da muthaf**kin same, Play ya to da left like a muthaf**kin lame, Call yall out yall muthaf**kin name, F**k yall lames I got game! I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me Forreal b**ch, don't take the sh*t wrong Thinkin im nice I'll break ya jawbone Get the f**k on Leave me alone B**ch you betta go on See, yall hoes aint optimistic Cockblockin b**ches U unproper b**ches What's tha problem b**ches U say ya ni**a hurt ya feelins Well, hoes done hurt mine Not once, not twice, But b**ch all the time So im a dog to a broad Have em all cryin, I done cried before, That don't make me a hoe That just show me where my feelins aint supposed to go See, I got da magic stick ya dumb b**ch Other ni**a u f**k wit, be on some punk sh*t And imma show yall i don't need no help, Just as soon as i loosen my belt B**CH! All these hoes is da muthaf**kin same, Play ya to da left like a muthaf**kin lame, Call yall out yall muthaf**kin name, F**k yall lames I got game! I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I need a moment, I can't stand b**ches and hoes Cause a b**ch is a b**ch and a hoe gon' hoe, But a woman hold her own She got her own home She drive her own car Buyin drinks at tha bar Take a ni**a out to eat Take a ni**a to da mall Treat a ni**a good And wash a ni**a draws But b**ches aint sh*t, Always talkin sh*t They wanna be tha sh*t But is they sh*t? No And hoes, they f**k off the god damn chain Everything and everythang but don't take names So das a nasty hoe and i can't do sh*t wit it Please get out my face I don't need a case Yeah, I love yall respectful women Independent women I takes em out all the time But yall hit the baggage need to keep on trackin I aint speakin I aint talkin to nothin Cause All these hoes is da muthaf**kin same, Play ya to da left like a muthaf**kin lame, Call yall out yall muthaf**kin name, F**k yall lames I got game! I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me Just keep my name out ya mouth Before ya find out how a down south hoe wil' out You a hata, she a hata, three a hata, fo' Everywhere i go i see some hatin a** hoes Seven bell, jazze bell, never my ?? be hot because my deeper asophagus Still they run up on me, smile, and phone me, Laugh cuz soon as i turn my back they stab it Learn to play fair Stop tryin to care Two hoes to one ni**a, B**ch, learn to share Baby, you dead a** broke For hatin on the rich chicks See how i flow? B**ch, put it on ya wish list Two seater wit tha chill on My baby daddy put tha grill on Fixin to put tha heels on Chrome spokes wit da low pros And tha trunk funk blows up the cedar on the dashboard All these hoes is da muthaf**kin same, Play ya to da left like a muthaf**kin lame, Call yall out yall muthaf**kin name, F**k yall lames I got game! I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me This is the mens national anthem for this year All yall real women, Yall can sing this sh*t too If u a hoe and u hate another hoe, U can sing this sh*t too If u a b**ch and u hate and b**ch, U can sing this sh*t too So everybody gon' sing this sh*t I hate hoes, they hate me too Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup B**CH!