La Chat - These Hoes lyrics

[Hook: Lord Infamous] x2 Like my n***a Chuck say, yo, and I quote These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] Infamous, when I'm approachin' a b**h I don't come at that ho with no chivalry I'm having that b**h going off and damn Must a b**h have all my dough on delivery? Might as well get the sh** out of your head No escape, you can't get yourself rid of this G So walk yo' a** on down that boulevard, b**h And don't come back unless you got all of my cheese I will pull out this damn .44 mag And I will give your f**in' head injury Ho, I must tell ya, I won't lose no damn sleep After givin' yo' head a crease Keyser Soze is a savage, hell no man I'm more like a rabbit, this African beast And when I start grippin' this f**in' Mac-90 I will leave your body damn scattered in pieces [Hook: Lord Infamous] x2 Like my n***a Chuck say, yo, and I quote These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes [Verse 2: La Chat] These n***as think they pimpin' but really, they be the b**hes Won't you tell the truth? You and your friend is on my trick list Chat, I be the pimp, I be the mack, all that I be the b**h you buyin' them Lacs Be that b**h you brang them stacks, yeah And I don't love you boy, you already know the business I barely like you but I love your finger-lickin' Yeah, you the baller type, you wanna make a b**h a wife You ain't my type, I give you a night, that's if you payin' right Your credit card the only thing that makes my nipple hard I swear you rather catch a charge before you let me charge Cause I'm a dirty b**h, f** that sh**, might charge the trick And, if his b**h a** wanna f**, then charge his a** to jack his dick See, I get paper from these n***as on a daily basis And I'on't f** 'em but I'm quick to ride these n***as' faces La Chat that b**h, I know you heard of me, lame I'm acceptin' applications, won't you come be my mane? [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] To say the least I'm showin' a once-a-month bleedin' b**h no sympathy Turn her upside down and shake it up till it all is empty Scarecrow can show you no pity, punk-b**h I want your punk a** pantyless Murderous Memphis maniac And I love to take hoes' innocence Bounce some pimpin' on some gangsta sh** What's a relationship? Send a b**h across the country To bring back my f**in' grip I can give a f** about your sad a** puppy dog eyes b**h, you better get somewhere And open up your f**in' thighs [Hook: Lord Infamous] x2 Like my n***a Chuck say, yo, and I quote These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes