Mac

Mac - We Don't Love 'Em songtekst

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[Mac Talking]

Yeah KLC DJ Wop it's all about them hoes

I know my nigga Wop don't love them hoes

My nigga KL he ain't loving them hoes

My nigga Cult definitely ain't loving them hoes

Y'all what's up with this Mac nigga feel it



To all the bitches hoes and all that shit

Running around with them tights on trying to find them tricks

Running behind that dick chasing niggas 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 ass 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 bitch

He saw the video tape and said all man that ain't shit

Instead of ending it he defending it I'll give you that much

Either he lame or your pussy is pure gold with diamond clusters

But he a buster cause everybody fucked 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 ass

Winking her eye at every nigga who passed

Trying to fell that glass put his pants back

The ass 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 nigga point at you with laughter

But get down or try to understand you world

And what it did to make you such a shallow ass girl

I know you laid with this nigga that you met last night

You fucking 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 niggas lying

But you the one that's doing all the lying

Supplying the cat to all the niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga 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 fuck I get bucked nigga what

My nigga DJ Wop told me to let them niggas know what's up

My girl Storm she definitely in the house

I'm from uptown so you niggas know I got all the clout

Murder murder kill kill
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