B. Gizzle

Fuck These Hoez

B. Gizzle


Yeah, yeah! 
Yeah, yeah! 
Yeah, yeah! 
Run it like this 

[Verse One] 
I don't sweat no bitches, I only issue dick 
I only dick in the splits, I never have been a trick 
I label hoes as hoes, you can't be my boo 
Bitch, I be home too, so how the fuck I'ma do for you 
Alize and Tanquerae had my dick ready 
The jelly heavy, greasy 
Cause when it's tight it tease me 
Cause I nut easy, bitch please me and suck 
Ya wanna be greedy, so catch my fuckin nut 
Hoes wanna be my ol lady, have my baby 
Bitch ya must be crazy, tryin to glaze me 
Wanna rep, lets see ya play me 
Ya get left under daisies ho, if ya tryin to fade me 
My old ho, I had to ex the bitch, she got grazed 
When a nigga sprayed, so get on ya way, good day 
I aint no good, I'ma dog anyway that's bout pimpin and livin 
Gots too much game to be slippin 
No trickin, just dickin, pussy, I gots to have it 
But before I get money, I supply my fuckin habit 
B.G. jockin? Never, bitch you cant handle 
Have fakes and they done, the bitch gets ass broke 
That's how it is, all my hoes get bounced 
I knock the pussy out, then I shoot straight for the mouth 
It's no doubt, I gets dirty, say bitch, how you figga? 
Call me a real ass, dog ass, dick servin nigga 

[Chorus]2x 
I don't give a fuck about a ho, cause da bitch ain't shit 
A ho 'gon be a ho, a bitch 'gon be a bitch 
Stay above da ho, don't love da ho 
If ya a thug, when it's over, you'll shove da ho 

[Verse Two] 
Nigga kill dat conversation bout yo ho you say I fucked 
She tryin to duck 
But I fucked and nigga what 
You trippin on my set and you disrespectin 
Nigga better steppin fo' I leave dat ass wet and 
You upsettin my fuckin nerve, I relent, that chopper leave you wet and 
Knock yo shit loose in a second 
Pussy protectin, I fuck baby mamas in this section 
Concert reckin, Bill Board chartin wit Black Connection 
In affect and chopper totin, put ya coke in 
Them niggas from China bringin it in on a boat and 
I snort that dopeman, but I ain't broke man, I thought you knew that 
I dress in black, who dat, gon' do dat 
Knock yo crew flat off the top, I get high and shoot back 
Knock yo crew flat off the top, don't know why I do that 
Tryin to get my loot fat, then I take it to the street 
Interrupt my paper chasin then I'll take ya to the street 
Ain't no fakin, nigga I'm erasin playa hatin 
Rapin ya for ya life 
Tryin to earn OG stripes 
You hoes know you be feelin me 
Trill nigga, real as can be 
Yo ??? get spilled nigga 
Cash Money Records representin to tha finish 
Beef we winnin, cause we stay spinnin a binn and 
No laughin no grinnin, no he-he, no bullshittin 
Respect my mind, I'll put ya life to a endin 
I don't like these messages through these hoes you be sendin 
Approach me bitch, we both supposed to be men and 
I got the Mac-10 and the Mac-9 and nigga try me 
Drama to Cash Money, Hot Boyz, that's a hobby 

[Chorus] 

[Verse Three] 
I ain't lovin no mans daughter, I fuck a ho and ride 
I stay high til I die, I lay dat pipe down then bye 
You could try to get some snaps, but it ain't no haps 
I fuck white, black, Hispanic and japs 
My dick is made of iron, once it's rock, it's on 
Hit a bag of that bomb, break ya off then bring ya home 
BG and L.T. be teamin up and trainin 
I toss a ho, he toss a ho, Cash Money, weed, and drainin 
Stay in line ho, get ya mind right bitch 
Keep ya mouth shut, get smart, nigga off in ya shit 
That's how real niggaz play it 
All these rookies can't take it 
Ya'll outdated, CMB can't be faded 
Take it how ya wanna, bring it how ya feel 
Hardest Hot comin, ho I represent the real 
Bat a bitch up, Smack a bitch up 
Get buck, try to rush me, I'll back a bitch up 
Serve coke by the pound, B.G. get down 
V.L. locked up, he'll touch down 
My motherfuckin round 
Uptown is where I'm from, V.L. is where we be 
A.K.s is what we pack, the title is B.G. 
Head bussin niggas, examples we settin 
All these fake niggas threatin 
Lettin these hoes disrespect 'em 
But I'm checkin 'em 

[Spoken: B.G.] 
Fuck these bitches 
Dick suckin hoes 
These hoes aint dishin nothin but some good mouth 
Off Top... 
These bow-lows, ho 
Droppin these bow-lows in these hoes mouth 

[Mannie] 
What, What 
What, What 
What, What 
Yeah 

[the B.G.] 
Some of these niggas is bitches too 

[Mannie] 
Don't love ya 
Don't need ya 
So why the fuck would I feed ya? 

[the B.G.] 
What's up? 
My nigga K.C. got 10 year for doggin these hoes 
76, William B. in this motherfucker 

[Mannie] 
Bet it, man 
Understand, bet it, man