Thas Wat Hoes Do

[Intro: Nipsey Hu$$le] Bitch Marathon shit Young rich nigga shit Ten rack a show shit Ten racks, you know, that's what I mean Huhh, Check me out look [Verse 1: Nipsey Hu$$le] Look She know my ex bitch. She think she got next She fucked a gang of niggas. Throw that pussy off deck She ain't no real bitch. That's why she talk shit She been a ho since middle school, why she ain't got shit She ain't the homegirl. she always getting punked She ain't a stripper. She just sit the club and get drunk That bitch a pill head. She looking sick, huh? I heard she got a STD. Don't get your dick sucked 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 bitches. Thas what hoes do [Hook: Nipsey Hu$$le] Thas wat these hoes do Thas wat these hoes do Thas wat these hoes do But we not mad at you bitches. Thas wat hoes do [Verse 2: Rimpau] She fuck on me then fucked the crew. Thas wat these hoes do Young nigga, you could swear I'm from the old school Them last week bitches. Man that bitch is old news She let me hit. Now the only things she got was soul food This ain't halloween girl it ain't no tricking me We eat for free, cuz I took your bitch EBT Gave her the D, and then she ran and told her homegirls The next week she found out I fucked her homegirls She say get me, so I gave that bitch my cock to suck The dick was good, so now she at my house poppin up I got a bitch named Shelly, that bitch is hella messy And she fucked like it's a sport, she shoulda won an ESPY Ho bitches always got more than one nigga to fuck Ho bitches can't wait till the first of the month That's so true, yup bro thas wat these hoes do She let me hit, and the only thing she got was soul food [Hook] [Verse 3: Nipsey Hu$$le] Shout out to Pusha Inc, 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 shot the homies from the Neek That's Willie Lynch shit, they wanna start up beef But it's enough money in this shit for us all to eat We got them cups going, we got them streets goin We got that World Star Hip Hop, 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 born black, dem niggas nothin, fake I think I'm DJ Khaled, Ri-Ri-Ri-Ricky Ross That We The Best and MMG shit, screaming bitch 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: YG] 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 fuck Go back and suck bitches, she will never get enough She be runnin game, cause she look good She a trick a nigga, set it up to lick a nigga She be going up she don't give a fuck She up for bang bang, and she getting drunk She fuck the whole squad, she wasting no time Blame it on your eye baby, you ain't even gotta lie She fucked the AMB, she fucked the Pushaz Ink No sleep, wash her coochie in the kitchen sink That's what she good at, hood rat, burnt cap Wore out pussy, I don't want that Hold that [Hook] [Verse 5: Nipsey Hu$$le] Me and my nigga Slim, was on the play right He laced my chucks, and told me "Hussle, get your game tight" Back when I thought and shit, they was gettin cake like We sent them bitches early morning til the late night [?] to Figueroa and Sunset She'll give you money, if you tell her you don't want sex That fuck 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 nigga Bitch I'm from Tiny Lokes, I ain't no ho nigga You broke and only fuck wit ballers, youz a gold digga This for the girls, rollin stressers, and tryna smoke wit you Lookin busted in the club, steady drinkin yo liquor Bitch, put the bottle down, thas for the bros boo But I ain't mad at you baby Thas wat hoes do