Hoes Will Be Whorin’ lyrics

[Verse 1: Cocaine Krueger]
Blow it like a fan, suck it like a vacuum bruh
Yeah these hoes be going mane, tell that b*tch to lick my nuts
Text your motherf*cking mane, tell 'em you gotta work late
On the way to the hotel, she waiting with a hot plate
Aye, you mad ain't you? It ain't my fault though
Your b*tch is so wide she want it on the couch, or floor
Wake up in the AM and she making me some waffles
Onto the next, I said to her, go f*ck off hoe
Lyrically kick her out the door, as I start to roll my dough
Go to [?] seen this b*tch down at the corner store
Trying to bum for a ride, in this Chevy, hop inside
She said thank you for the ride, I say this your turn to ride
Sniffing up a line, Doomshop on the rise
b*tch come get you a player, it will make you forget other guys
Tennessee mane, raising hell on these f*cking hoes
Chiefing on a p, in the sheets, b*tch take off your clothes

[Verse 2: Soulzay]
Had to tell your ass too many times, get off my nutsack
di*k like a drug to you, always trying to relapse
b*tch you need some rehab, because I can't save your ass for sh*t
Hoe you got the wrong guy, f*ck up out my [?] b*tch
Go run that game, so f*cking lame, the life we live is not the same
I'm just a playalistic grime fiend, out here gripping grain
Switching lanes, sipping on a deuce, you know I'm burning flame
Coming down, cruising to some pimping, bumping Marvin Gaye
I heard it through the grapevine that you was looking for a mack
Tired of them other guys, knowing they be f*cking wack
Well hop up in my Cadillac, I hope you got a chronic sack
'Cause I don't pass my blunt hoe, I needs to smoke all of that
A playa got to stay high, to maintain all the time
Playas always get chose, so I ain't gotta f*cking try
To put any effort into f*cking a freaky b*tch
Hoes always going dumb, you b*tches ain't 'bout sh*t