YG - Thas Wat Hoes Do lyrics

[Intro: Nipsey Hu$$le] b**h Marathon sh** Young rich n***a sh** Ten rack a show sh** Ten racks, you know, that's what I mean Huhh, Check me out look [Verse 1: Nipsey Hu$$le] Look She know my ex b**h. She think she got next She f**ed a gang of n***as. Throw that p**y off deck She ain't no real b**h. That's why she talk sh** She been a ho since middle school, why she ain't got sh** She ain't the homegirl. she always getting punked She ain't a stripper. She just sit the club and get drunk That b**h a pill head. She looking sick, huh? I heard she got a STD. Don't get your dick s**ed That ain't her boyfriend, she getting pimped, huh? Cause she never keep her man. She always getting dumped She got her heart broke when she was real young That hoochie special ed, bro, I'm talking real dumb Don't gotta holler at her. She gon' approach you She got her county check. Now she think she's so cute Them ain't her red bottoms. She borrow clothes too But I ain't mad at you b**hes. Thas what hoes do [Hook: Nipsey Hu$$le] Thas wat these hoes do Thas wat these hoes do Thas wat these hoes do But we not mad at you b**hes. Thas wat hoes do [Verse 2: YG] She f** on me then f**ed the crew. Thas wat these hoes do Young n***a, you could swear I'm from the old school Them last week b**hes. Man that b**h is old news She let me hit. Now the only things she got was soul food This ain't halloween girl it ain't no tricking me We eat for free, cuz I took your b**h EBT Gave her the D, and then she ran and told her homegirls The next week she found out I f**ed her homegirls She say get me, so I gave that b**h my co*k to s** The dick was good, so now she at my house poppin up I got a b**h named Shelly, that b**h is hella messy And she f**ed like it's a sport, she shoulda won an ESPY Ho b**hes always got more than one n***a to f** Ho b**hes can't wait till the first of the month That's so true, yup bro thas wat these hoes do She let me hit, and the only thing she got was soul food [Hook] [Verse 3: Nipsey Hu$$le] Shout out to Pusha Ink, I'm yellin TMC One time for Blue Division, Top Dawg, and AOB We had a differences but they got handle in the street So I'm gon keep it hood, and shout the homies from the Uneek That's Willie Lynch sh**, they wanna start up beef But it's enough money in this sh** for us all to eat We got them clubs going, we got them streets goin We got that WorldStarHipHop, and MTV goin And yeah we lost it for a sec, but now we repoint I took a trip out to Manhattan, now the East know it When I'm in ATL, I'm hollerin' duck tape Ricardo, Alley Boy & Black, dem n***as nothin, fake I think I'm DJ Khaled, Ri-Ri-Ri-Ricky Ross That We The Best and MMG sh**, screaming b**h I'mma boss I started on the block, out the trunk of my old school Still I ain't mad at my haters, that's what hoes do [Hook] [Verse 4: Rimpau] These hoes know me, but I don't know dem They unpredictable, just give em dick and I'm through Yeah she low key, but she get it in That's what these hoes do, she benefit, she old news She don't got a job really, but she love to f** Go back and s** b**hes, she will never get enough She be runnin game, cause she look good She a trick a n***a, set it up to lick a n***a She be going up she don't give a f** She up for bang bang, and she getting drunk She f** the whole squad, she wasting no time Blame it on your high baby, you ain't even gotta lie She f**ed the AMB, she f**ed the Pushaz Ink No sleep, wash her coochie in the kitchen sink That's what she good at, hood rat, burnt cap Wore out p**y, I don't want that Hold that [Hook] [Verse 5: Nipsey Hu$$le] Me and my n***a Slim, was on the play right He laced my chucks, and told me "Hussle, get your game tight" Back when I thought and sh**, they was gettin cake like We sent them b**hes early morning til the late night Sepulveda, Figueroa and Sunset She'll give you money, if you tell her you don't want s** That f** her mind up, tell her she just a fine duck Get out a pocket wit a piece, she gon get lined up I had this hoochie from the J, she was a go-getta She brought her friend, her friend went to, thas how you know n***a b**h I'm from Tiny Locs, I ain't no ho n***a You broke and only f** wit ballers, youz a gold digga This for the girls, rollin stress up, tryna smoke wit you Lookin busted in the club, steady drinkin yo liquor b**h, put the bottle down, thas for the bros boo But I ain't mad at you baby Thas wat hoes do