see) These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes Will make you (kill) them, if it wasn't for the children These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes
Traduction: Hot Boys. Ces houes.
] These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes Will make you kill them, if it wasn't for the children These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes
't second guess, ain't nobody better dressed Text hoes we're less clothes then her mama like Church girl always go to school she the honest type But when it comes to boys
second guess, ain't nobody better dressed Text hoes we're less clothes then her mama like Church girl always go to school she the honest type But when it comes to boys
taking over the charts ha [Track] See these Presidential playas know it's going down (going down) they know it's going down (going down) yeeah See these
Staying crunk, blazing blunts, jamming Z-Ro funk Keep mind on money working my hundred got these boys popping trunks Screwed Up baller in the mix, trying to turn these
by duh swag greez bout money, Nd I dnt play no games wen it's bout money, I du it for dem young niggas dat pop beans, the hot boys with big stacks cops
up Chop (What's happenin wit ya baby) nigga how you feel comin'out that project nigga to these E-States and floatin on these million dollar yahts smokin these
Like My Daddy [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Listen, Listen, Listen They Call Me Young Wheezy, Rodregous You Know I'm Gettin You Hot, Hot As The Kendrick, Ya
hood, before the gun blast (gun blast) 'Cause Johnny wanted to be a thug runnin' from cops out on the block, the boy was hot and didn't give a fuck (
mojo Feelin so see... Cause I'm floatin in ecstasy (Alright) Ahh, my nigga just call up the homie To hook us up on that liquid G An if these hoes don'
like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs Down a fifth, crack open a six I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got boyfriends
) [Chorus:] Welcome to my hood, everybody know everybody and if I got it everybody got it Welcome to my hood, look at all these old school chevys, 24
faces And we go back like D-boys with small faces And we crashin' them Ferraris liek y'all hate me [Chorus:] Pharrell I think it's somethin' hot in
