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Mac - We Don't Love 'Em lyrics
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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