[Chorus:]

What them niggaz doin, chargin these hoes

What them niggaz doin, chargin these hoes

What them niggaz doin, chargin these hoes

Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin but hoes

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[DJ Paul:]

What the true players doin, ooh

They makin these hoes pay the motherfuckin cost, to the real motherfuckin boss

Pimpin is how I make my living, you fools need to keep paying bitch

That's why you gettin poor, I'm sturdy gettin rich

Why they payin these hoes I can't fear it after the bitch be chewin

Is throwin her whole fuckin back out and not get a dime after

What, ho I don't need ya, what I'm gonna eat ya, bitch I'm bouta beat ya

And what's up with them hoes who made the song Chewin Ass Nigga

Tramp ass bitch have you forgot that I had the picture

from the cam-corder in the closet, caught you hoes slippin

These bitches be gettin mad when they here

their name on the tape, they start to trippin

That's how it is fuckin with a Backyard nigga

My nigga Lord Infamous got fingers on the trigger

Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score

yo Juicy what the niggaz doin



[Juciy J:] They chargin these hoes mane



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[Juicy J:]

I met a little freak bitch, who always wore tight shit

Had five kids and her pussy had a tight grip

The first of the month came, the first of the month came

I saw the mail man coming now it's time to run game

Give me half the check bitch, niggaz like me never quit

Big nose red bitch, let your lips meet my dick

Pay up the money for the running of my cum on your tongue

Juicy Low Down J will never get sprung

Never was your friend see, all a nigga want is cheese

McDonald's, Crystal's, Burger King, Wendy's

Whatever kind of check it is, charging hoes is my biz

D-Magic, Project Pat, I know my nigga down for his

Yeah you hoes know the score, wanna fuck, gimme the dough

Credit cards, crazy checks, all that type of shit will go

To you little dirty freaks, keep my name out your mouth

Unless you want a job bitch, that's what I'm talkin about



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