T.H.C - Desto's Don't Stress Hoes lyrics

[Intro: Cream & Kent talking] Cream: b**h was trying to get Dom. That b**h got me f**ed up She better not be f**ing with Dom, I'll slap that b**h. (laughs) I'll slap that b**h if she trying to f** with Dom If she's trying to f** with Dom, Ima f** all her homegirls Kent: Damn, bro Cream: Yep, just like that.. [Verse 1: Kent Jamz] Yep, mhmmm mhmmm, yep Suga Free told me never love or trust a b**h Thats why the DEST, don't stress The only time I text a b**h is when I'm bored or I'm horny Your girl want me to take her down, told me "pop this p**y for me" Said she scared to tell her mama, she in love with the DEST Told me she just want to get it off her chest, cause she f** with the DEST Hard ho? Please, what that mean to me? I know you used to f** Big Sean, but this ain't meant to be Groupies bow, down now, kiss me on my feet Grown men want my autograph, offer a free OZ of OG b**h you see these fangs, how you think you finna leave All up in your businesses, iMac history [Hook: Kent] That's why we never stress em That's why we never stress em (Desto's don't stress hoes) That's why we never stress em That's why we never stress em (Desto's don't stress hoes) Desto's dont stress hoes [Verse 2: Joon] Bald headed scallywag, hair can't touch yo back Bwok bwok, Project Pat Awwk awwk, si-lence when I Walk walk, by you.. Little did you know, I'm that n***a bro Seen me in the party with my Henn and Coke Red Stripe with my cups and penny loafs Big cuff, lil' flood so my Timbs can show In Venice, ho No matter your color, you my brother if your ends is low My compa** face true north And I'm always spilling sh** on my tennis shoes But these b**hes love me for this sh** my parents gave me And "b**hes ain't sh** bruh", thats how my daddy raised me If you lose one, it's one gone. Like a dish that came from Asia Ro-tate, them hoes, at a pace, you can handle And, no matter, your situation, keep a, bad one with you Make sure you finish, everything that, needs to be handled n***a And most of all, never stress them hoes it's always a better issue out there, somewhere [Hook] [Verse 3: Cream] Ho its hard out here for the DEST, but we don't stress Popping collars, popping bands, with the DEST on my chest I'm smoking like a Pinto with a broken muffler in the back With two girls, rubbing on my back, tryna take me back to the crib I can't hit her when I hit you, I'm not tryna feel that b**h. DEST! Cause I'm a DESTO, we don't stress ho's Just read the bio, nah, we don't stress hoes [Verse 4: Sleazy] Cause we stay draped in the best clothes If I hit once, then I won't hit again Ain't got no time to spend, I'm out here on these Benjamin's Plus I'd rather f** her friends, "Oh God don't let me sin" All this devilish sh** im thinking just to get that brand new Benz If she f**in', then she workin' for them heels and Gucci purses Man they pretty on the surface, but these hoes is really worthless I don't stress em