Buckwheat Groats - These Hoes lyrics

[Chorus] These hoes, these hoes They're out of control They're out of control These hoes, these hoes They're out of control They're out of control [Verse 1: Lil' Dinky] Look b**h, I don't wanna talk to you, I don't wanna talk to you You smell like a Little Caesar's Hot 'n Ready pepperoni pie with a slight hint of halal food [Penis Bailey] Look b**h, I don't wanna talk to you, and I don't wanna talk to none of your best b**hes You hoes about 6 foot 6 with the mustache, b**h, you look like Jeff Bridges [Lil' Dinky] b**h, you look like Jeff Foxworthy, so please do not talk to me Run your mouth, I might air your family out Clap your grandfather at the Cracker Barrel Clap your grandmama at the Crate & Barrel [Penis Bailey] Clap your baby sister at the Old Navy You god damn hoes is out of control And the Groats won't stand for it no more [Chorus] [Verse 2: Lil' Dinky] I tell a b**h to get the f** from round me I tell a b**h to go away When I see these hoes, I get angry and confused I don't know what to do about it This b**h told me, that every meal she eats is tuna salad I said that's f**ed up, I said I never heard no sh** like that I told the b**h I would never even consider putting my face near the p**y Or putting my tongue near the bu*t How you gonna eat that tuna salad for breakfast every day? You must be out your mind You must be out your mind [Chorus] [Verse 3: Sean Paul] All these b**hes very dumb b**hes very dumb Stupid b**hes in the building, and y'all b**hes be dumb b**h so dumb, why you so retarded? b**h you stupid, it smell like you farted Smell like you farted, b**h, did you fart? b**h, you fart so bad it be art b**h, you got some gas in that bu*t tonight You need to go home, you need to take a Beano You need to take a Beano b**h, Beano b**h Why your bu*t be so stinky girl? Give that bu*t a good cleaning, girl b**h you stink, b**h you s** b**h I wanna drag you through the muck