Mac - We Don't Love 'em lyrics

[Mac Talking] Yeah KLC DJ Wop it's all about them hoes I know my n***a Wop don't love them hoes My n***a KL he ain't loving them hoes My n***a Cult definitely ain't loving them hoes y'all what's up with this Mac n***a feel it To all the b**hes hoes and all that sh** Running around with them tights on trying to find them tricks Running behind that dick chasing n***as with brand names I see you tight coming you making it harder for the right woman Off in the club giving rappers a hug Trying to get some love letting them put their hands on your glove Off in the limo you and that slim hoe They hit the a** and let their partner and them know So now you on they demo They wrote a rhyme about cha They told the world how they got that out cha All up in the mouth too you with the groupie route boo They made you famous your man has got to be your b**h He saw the video tape and said all man that ain't sh** Instead of ending it he defending it I'll give you that much Either he lame or your p**y is pure gold with diamond clusters But he a buster cause everybody f**ed you But he the only one saying he love you Woo you's a Hoes hoes You know I'm bout them hoes hoes But I don't love them hoes hoes hoes hoes Wop don't love them hoes hoes KL don't love them hoes hoes Fiend don't love them hoes hoes Coonts don't love them hoes Check this out I seen her in the house in blue shaking her a** Winking her eye at every n***a who pa**ed Trying to fell that gla** put his pants back The a** fat but you asked backwards A trip with a simple effect even don't have to Simple things you be after you caught up in the rapture Me and my n***a point at you with laughter But get down or try to understand you world And what it did to make you such a shallow a** girl I know you laid with this n***a that you met last night You f**ing him because his white Land Cruiser's looking tight Stroking telling you that it was love at first sight But you don't realize that it was love for the night Now you at the crib crying you sick of all them n***as lying But you the one that's doing all the lying Supplying the cat to all the n***as that be trying to mack On the celia you wants to be real familiar Now back at the spot where the champagne pop You in the club corner getting wet in some rain drop It's common to you so you except it It's unknown how many n***as you done slept with Chorus We don't love them hoes hoes We don't love them hoes hoes hoes hoes I'm bout them hoes Check it hoes My n***a slim I let them hoes know I'm from the 3rd yo My name is Macadon and I'll get all up in em' slow I gives a f** I get bucked n***a what My n***a DJ Wop told me to let them n***as know what's up My girl Storm she definitely in the house I'm from uptown so you n***as know I got all the clout Murder murder k** k**