Hoes (b*tches Don’t Tell The Truth) lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, KBeaZy, you fyed up
Yeah

[Chorus]
I know that this b*tch don't tell the truth
What ho does? You know what these hoes do
b*tch you're on my nerves, yeah, I got a short fuse
Tryna f*ck me now, but not back in high school (Ooh)
Now I'm really getting to the loot
Went to L.A., pulled up in a black coupe
That's a Porsche, for them n*ggas that's too slow
f*ck one girl, b*tch, I need two hoes

[Verse]
f*ck one, and b*tch, I need a few of those
Pulling n*ggas cars, choppa look like Yu-Gi-Oh
Hit her with the romance, Juliet, no Romeo
f*ck her off a perc, I'ma end up overdosin'
Californiacation, baby, I be west coastin'
f*ck her by the ocеan
Way she move them hips, baby, straight hypnosis
Ridе it, rollercoast—, ride it, ride it, rollercoaster
I been sippin' lean, coffee table, with a coaster
She drive like a chauffeur
Ain't even make it to the bed, she was suckin' me on the sofa
Swallow my kids, this lil' b*tch a young soldier
Milly rock up in her, when I hit her Magnolia
Yeah, oh yeah
[Chorus]
I know that this b*tch don't tell the truth
What ho does? You know what these hoes do
b*tch you're on my nerves, yeah, I got a short fuse
Tryna f*ck me now, but not back in high school (Ooh)
Now I'm really getting to the loot
Went to L.A., pulled up in a black coupe
That's a Porsche, for them n*ggas that's too slow
f*ck one girl, b*tch, I need two hoes