Dem Hoes lyrics

[Intro]
I don't know them hoes, I don't f*ck with them hoes
I don't know them hoes, I don't f*ck with them hoes

[Chorus]
Rich n*gga f*ckin' on a bald-head ratchet ho
I don't f*ck with n*ggas who f*ck with n*ggas I don't f*ck with, though
She wanna f*ck whoever hot, I guess she heard I'm next to blow
She said, "Don't I know you from somewhere?" I told her, "No, you don't"
Rich n*gga f*ckin' on a long-weave saddity ho
Trappin'-ass n*gga ducked off with a ratchet rapper ho
I don't f*ck with hoes that f*ck with hoes that I really want
I heard that b*tch be claim me like I f*ck with her and I really don't

[Verse 1]
I told the b*tch I wanna f*ck her, truth be told, I really don't
Let me get some head or somethin', truth be told, that's all I want
Rich n*gga f*ckin' on a bald-head ratchet ho
I don't f*ck with hoes that f*ck with hoes that I really want
Turnt up in this b*tch, when I walk in, I peep the b*tch I want
Every n*gga hatin' on me, I'm probably f*ckin' the b*tch he want
Broke n*gga tryin' to f*ck with my b*tch, n*gga, I betcha don't
Rich n*gga worth like six figures, this the di*k she want
How you 'posed to be my n*gga, f*ckin' with n*ggas I don't f*ck with, though?
I don't like no popular broke b*tch, that ain't no b*tch I want
The type to sl*t the b*tch out with her bestie, then I'm goin' home
Dog-ass n*gga, all my hoes tell me I'm dead wrong
[Chorus]
Rich n*gga f*ckin' on a bald-head ratchet ho
I don't f*ck with n*ggas who f*ck with n*ggas I don't f*ck with, though
She wanna f*ck whoever hot, I guess she heard I'm next to blow
She said, "Don't I know you from somewhere?" I told her, "No, you don't"
Rich n*gga f*ckin' on a long-weave saddity ho
Trappin'-ass n*gga ducked off with a ratchet rapper ho
I don't f*ck with hoes that f*ck with hoes that I really want
I heard that b*tch be claim me like I f*ck with her and I really don't

[Verse 2]
I told the b*tch I love her, I f*cked the first night, I can't wife her, though
She eatin' a b*tch pus*y, I'm f*ckin' her from back, my type of ho
Trap n*gga f*ckin' on a ratchet-ass rapper ho
Rich n*gga, f*ck the b*tch, then pass her to my partner, though
I don't f*ck with hoes that f*ck with hoes that I really want
I'm really turnt, ain't no b*tch I can't f*ck that I really want
Let me get some head or somethin', keep it real, that's all I want
I told the b*tch I'm pullin' up, but truth be told, I probably don't
How you 'posed to be my b*tch, f*ckin' with n*ggas you know I don't?
I told you I'd probably cuff you just to f*ck you and I was dead wrong
Trap n*gga, she wanna f*ck me because my bread long
Dog-ass n*gga, f*ck your b*tch, then have her head gone

[Chorus]
Rich n*gga f*ckin' on a bald-head ratchet ho
I don't f*ck with n*ggas who f*ck with n*ggas I don't f*ck with, though
She wanna f*ck whoever hot, I guess she heard I'm next to blow
She said, "Don't I know you from somewhere?" I told her, "No, you don't"
Rich n*gga f*ckin' on a long-weave saddity ho
Trappin'-ass n*gga ducked off with a ratchet rapper ho
I don't f*ck with hoes that f*ck with hoes that I really want
I heard that b*tch be claim me like I f*ck with her and I really don't
[Outro]
(Them hoes)
(Them hoes)
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the f*ck up")
(Them hoes)
(Bone Collector the plug)
(Them hoes)
(I don't f*ck with them hoes)