NIPSEY HUSSLE - Thas Wat Hoes Do lyrics
rate me(Ft. YG & Rimpau)
Bitch
Young rich nigga shit
..rap show shit
She know my ex bitch she think she got next
She f*cked the gang them niggas through that throw that p**sy off deck
She ain’t no real bitch that’s why she talk shit
She been a hoe since middle school why she ain’t got shit
She ain’t the homegurl she always getting punked
She ain’t the stripper she just hit the club and get drunk
That bitch a pillhead she looking sick ah
I heard she got a std don’t get your dick s*ck
That ain’t her boyfriend she get pimped uh
‘cause she cant ever keep a man she always getting dumped
She got her heart broke when she was real young
That hoochie special ed , bro im talkin real dumb
Don't gotta holler at her ahe gon' approach you, she got her county check
Now she think she’s so cute
Them ain’t no red bottoms she borrowing clothes too
But i aint’ mad on you bitches thas what hoes do
2 x Hook:
Do do thas wat this hoes do
Do do thas wat this hoes do
Do do thas wat this hoes do
But we ain’t mad at you bitches
thas wat hoes do.
She fuck on me than fucked the crew thats what these hoes do.
Young nigga if you with swap from the old school
Them last week bitches they old newa
She let me hit now only thing she got was soul food..
This ain’t Halloween girl it ain’t tricking me
we eat for free ‘cause i took your bitch ebt
Gave her the D than she run and told her homegirls
the next week she found out i fucked her homegirls
She say gimme so i gave that bitch my cock to suck
The dick was good so now she at my house poppin up
I got a bitch named Shelly dat' bitch hell messy
And she fuck like its a sport she should run a espy
Hoe bitches always got more than one nigga to fuck
Hoe bitches can’t wait to the first of the month
The so true bro yeah thats what these hoes do
She let me hit now only thing she got was soul food.
[2 x Hook:]
Shout out to Pusha Inc. I’m yelling TMC
One time for new division Top Dawg and A.O.B
We had a difference but they got handled in the street
So I'm gon' keep it hood and shout the homies from Unique
That’s Willy Lynch shit, they want us all to beef
But it’s enough money in this shit for us all to eat
We got them clubs going we got them streets going
We got that Worldstar Hip Hop and MTV going
And yeah we lost it for a sec but now we Repoin'
I took the trip out to Manhattan outta east knowin
When I’m in Atl I'm haulin' duck tape
Ricardo Alley blue and black dem niggas nothin' fake
I think I'm Dj Khalid, R-R-R-Ricky Ross
That We da' best, and MDG shit screamin' bitch I'm the boss
I started on the block of the truck of my old school
Till I ain't mad at my haters that’s what hoes do
[2 x Hook:]
You hoes know me but i don’t know them
They unpredictable just give em dick and then I'm through
Yeah she low key but she get it in
That’s what this hoes do she been a flip she old news
She don't got a job really but she love to fuck
throw her back, suck, busy she don't ever get enough
She be runnin game ‘cause she look good
She trick a nigga set it up to lick a nigga
She be owing up she don’t give a f*ck
She off of beng bay and she getting drunk
She fuck the whole squash she aint waste no time
Blame it on your high baby you ain't even gotta lie
She fucked at AnB's , She fucked at Pussy Inc
No sleep wash her coochie in the kitchen sink
That’s what she good at
Hoodrat
Burnt cat
Wore out Pussy
I don’t want that, hold that
[2 x Hook:]
Me and my nigga Slim was on the blade right
He laced my chucks and said Hussle get your game tight
Back when I thought of G's they were getting paid like
We sending bitches early mornings to the late night
Talkin' some pole or to Figueroa and Sunset
She'll give you money if you tell her you don't want sex
That fuck her mind up tell her she just a fine duck
Get out of pocket with a piece she gon' get lined up
I had dis hoochie from the Jay she was a go get her
She brought her friend, her friend went too
That’s how you know nigga
Bitch i’m fromt Tiny Locs I ain’t no hoe' nigga
You broke and only fuck with ballers, you's a gold digger
This from them girls rolling stressed up tryin smoke wit'chu
Lookin busted in the club steady drinkin your liquor
Bitch put the bottle down that's for the bro’s boo
I ain’t mad at you baby that’s what hoes do
Thanks to Samantha / Simsimma for correcting these lyrics
