Hoes

[Chorus: T3, Baatin] Hoes... hoes... hoes... Hoes, hoes, hoes (Som'n I gotta say to ya) Hoes, hoes, hoes (Ya know...) Hoes... Hoes, hoes, hoes (I've been thinking 'bout, umm...) Hoes... Hoes, hoes, hoes (About you and me...) Hoes... Hoes, hoes, hoes (Hm... and it goes like this...) [Verse 1: T3] You and him, I knew Been a long time, the shit we been through It's been 'all gold' then 'no go', so low, so loco So tell me though Tell me how it go See... I was on the creep, doin' my thang though Blings on my fing', 'cause you know how my game go Same to the same, 'cause you can't trick a dame though Blamеd 'cause they stained in thе game You know I was sitting back, 'cause I kinda knew I seen ya'll two – hugged up and cuddled too Ya'll was even saying things with me seeing you That's about time the I moved in Huh [Chorus: T3, Baatin] Hoes, hoes, hoes... hoes (Don't know what the hell to do) Hoes, hoes, hoes... hoes (Hoes stay on my mind, ladies too) Hoes, hoes, hoes... hoes (Packs at a time, they come in two) Hoes, hoes, hoes... hoes (Tell me what's really goin' on) Yeah... I knew (Tell me what's really goin' on) Hoes... (Tell me who's really goin' off...) Hoes... (Tell me who's really on my...) [Verse 2: Baatin] I was just chillin on my living room floor Staring at you Doing Tae Bo I mean, you did it so slow (So slow) Maybe it was me Losing control I'm usually known to Keep my composure But I think I'm supposed to Say what I feel (Say what I feel) Don't think it's right if I don't keep it real And tell you how I feel You so damn ill [Chorus: Baatin, (T3)] Hoes, hoes, hoes... (Hoes...) Hoes, hoes, hoes... (Hoes...) All ya'll on the wall like some lights Hoes, hoes, hoes... (Hoes...) You clubbin' niggas, all you tryna pull ya lil' (Hoes...) Hoes, hoes, hoes... (Hoes...) Get it off the wall Hoes, hoes, hoes... (Hoes...) Uh Hoes, hoes, hoes... (Hoes...) [Verse 3: T3] {*deep breath...*} Oh yeah! Some niggas is hoes too! They ain't really down with you They ain't ready to roll with you If you was in a poker game, them niggas'll fold on you Type of niggas you can't take to the clubs 'Cause when it's time to knuckle up, yo, them niggas'll run The type that'll sell you a gun, but they never use one Never bust them a shot, but be talkin' a lot Talking 'bout – whatever they gettin' or whatever they got Tryna hang with you for whatever you got Talkin' 'bout "I'm down with" such-and-such and "Me and him cool" Some ladies be believin' it, some niggas do too Making up make-believe, like my niggas a fool Just to holla back like we cool – ho! [Outro: T3] Hoes... Hoes... Hoes... (Lemme sing to ya...) Hoes... Hoes... Hoes... Hoes... Hoes... Hoes... (Uh, sing to ya...) Hoes... Hoes...