Funk Daddy - Hoes We Like lyrics

[Intro] Hello? (Who is this?) Willis (Wills who?) Will this dick fit in your mouth! [Pre verse 1: Rockwilder] Uh, hey what's up? This Rockwilder with Sleep D and Mac Driznay And we finna talk about these hoes we like [Verse 1: Mac Dre] Big pimping jumping off She f** with me she got to call Dollars up, swallow nut I want a top notch b**h with a lot of bu*t Two on one, ménage à trois s** a [?] through a coffee straw Them the hoes I like to f** Taller sitting down then he is sitting up Good job, game to give She can't be broke with a gang of kids I can do bad on my own Some of them hoes say, "Ou he wrong" Punk b**h get sliced in as bait Come around me with all that fake I like hoes with pretty toes Don't need makeup or pantyhose Hella saucy, sweetest dame Kinda square, hella fame A b**h with money is necessary I want a bank tellers and secretaries Hustlers, cum guzzlers, come ride on these nuts These are the hoes that we like to f** [Pre verse 2] Yo we ain't f**ing any of you [?] You know who you be Ass smelling real rashy Like wet wood, yeah That a** be wetter then that puss That a** be the part of your body that you need to dush You know who you be Brown banana eating b**h [Verse 2: Sleep Dank] Yeah, Mr. Gambini b**h, I'm in your area code f** what a cheap n***a holler, I'm taking the dough I'm hollering twosome, the gambler, the slick type, snitch type, weed like All up in a b**h n***a D. Rice What it be like, f**ing the puss, dropping her off What you know about me? Sleep Dank breaking her off Keep her packed petty, lay the puss and get to swallow duck Drinking the puss keep my pocket stuffed b**h I'm [?] smoke b**h you f** with square n***as, dollar joes I fondle hoes that [?] She got my posters on the wall [?] clinging to these balls Type of b**h I like 'em fireproof I strive too, convicted felon, cracking you n***as safe with [?] Hook my celly up, pick me up in the clean Q45 Intelligent, [?] hairstyle Rocking the Gucci fit, man this suit is sick Talking about some [?] sh** But see I never split the dough with the hoe You know? [Pre verse 3] Yeah b**h coming at you two cent funky hoes You know what I'm saying? I'm talking about getting bomb booty I mean getting bomb booty, getting it big You know what I'm saying? Tight pantyhose and all that, though You know what I'm saying We coming at y'all like this Round me outside Rowdy outside baby Man, I want a b**h with one eye and one leg And a gang of money [Verse 3: Mac Dre] A want a big dollar freak, across the board With a gang of ye all the way from Florida When I say get up, she get to hopping Soft as cotton, booty big a** Stockton Shirley Temples, dimples, no pimples Do what I say, plain and simple No arguing, 'cause I R-U-N The whole show, I let a hoe know If she don't feel me, I will get felt When I tell a breez-nitty to get my belt Skimpy thongs make her love the song She will hit a Backwood, but she love a bong Them the hoes I like to G Romped the f** O-U-T b**hes with riches, come ride on these nuts These are the hoes that I like to f** [Outro] Yeah, one mo in this motherf**er This Decon, owner of this b**h You ain't the one [?] get with it or quit it you tramp You ain't know I see you out there with your helmet on [?] Both of you need to be selling though, for real Get my [?] b**h, uh and I'm out f** that n***a, ain't no more takes or nothing