Dawg These Hoes lyrics

by

Yella Beezy


[Intro]
Shun On Da Beat
Hey

[Chorus]
I don't cuff these b*tches, I f*ck all these hoes
Pass her to my dog, we toss all these hoes
I just keep sh*t player, yeah that's all I know
If they ask me 'bout lil baby, I tell 'em I don't know
I don't trust these b*tches, I just dog these hoes
I don't trust these b*tches, I just dog these hoes
I just keep sh*t player, yeah that's how sh*t go
Tryna get some information, tell 'em I don't know

[Verse 1]
Can't no n*gga come and question, don't know sh*t about these b*tches
I just keep that sh*t real player, keep these folks up out my business
I don't know lil mama name, I just know about my digits
I just f*cked a ho last night and then I bought that ho some Dennys
Had her laid across the cat before we started in the kitchen
Took a lil sip of my syrup to calm my nerves then I started gettin' it
Switch positions, had her hollering, tie my di*k all in her kidneys
Wipe my head before I finish, she love the way I be hittin' it
Baow baow, baow baow, baow baow, that's a collision
How the f*ck you wet my sh*t up, I ain't give your ass permission
b*tch you better fix your teeth up, in her mouth just like a dentist
Coolin', I'ma kick my feet up, b*tch you come and drop your panties, baow
[Chorus]
I don't cuff these b*tches, I f*ck all these hoes
Pass her to my dog, we toss all these hoes
I just keep sh*t player, yeah that's all I know
If they ask me 'bout lil baby, I tell 'em I don't know
I don't trust these b*tches, I just dog these hoes
I don't trust these b*tches, I just dog these hoes
I just keep sh*t player, yeah that's how sh*t go
Tryna get some information, tell 'em I don't know

[Verse 2]
You can ask about lil Yella, they'll tell you I'm the truth
Yeah lil mama said she poppin' so I told her bring the crew
I told my n*gga bring the liquor, we gon' see what these hoes do
A box of Swishers and some Skittles, we gon' get these lil hoes loose
b*tch I'm Tony Conway's son, yeah you heard I got the juice
Yeah I'm tryna have some fun, get behind that b*tch, caboose
Topped some b*tch and made her run, yeah I keep it in the loot
If that b*tch ain't gon' turn up I'ma give that b*tch the boot
Aw, aw, yeah I'm a savage
Young jiggalo, f*ckin' hoes like my daddy
Make the pus*y roll, got that ass from your mammy
Say they call that b*tch Kool-Aid, so a n*gga started jammin', aw

[Chorus]
I don't cuff these b*tches, I f*ck all these hoes
Pass her to my dog, we toss all these hoes
I just keep sh*t player, yeah that's all I know
If they ask me 'bout lil baby, I tell 'em I don't know
I don't trust these b*tches, I just dog these hoes
I don't trust these b*tches, I just dog these hoes
I just keep sh*t player, yeah that's how sh*t go
Tryna get some information, tell 'em I don't know
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