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d-lo - no hoe (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: e-40]
e-40
you know, e-4, he don’t give a f-ck about no hoe, or no bro, no h-m-
they hating on my mojo, that’s why i tote a 4.4. in [?]
i’m murking off this lambi and i’m hoping i don’t go though
toto, sick with it, logo on my photo
i drive it like a stolo, tonight i got a show though and i’mma finna see some more though
if the po-po pull me over they gon’ ask me for my photo (photo, photo)
id, l’s, yo-yo, cocoa, scale, yell, billy club, chokehold
if i need c-ke i’m gon’ get it from my bro though
my black chick a 10 and my latin is an ocho
my white b-tch just so-so, my asain is your hoe
i’m mobile, i’m global, i’m mogul, i’m local, not loco, but local
i’m crazy, i’m 4-0, like

[hook: d-lo]
d-lo, he don’t give a f-ck about no hoe (no hoe, no hoe, no hoe, no hoe)
d-lo, he don’t give a f-ck about no hoe, he’ll sn-tch your hoe and take her to the hoe stroll
d-lo, you already know though, he don’t give a f-ck about no n-gg- or no hoe though
d-lo, he don’t give a f-ck about your hoe, he’ll put a b-tch up in the trap up in the rain and the snow

[verse 2: d-lo]
i don’t care but the weather, but go get your rain coat (go, go, go, go)
it might get wet, but the money’s still the same though
a ripper or your dame, d-mn the ripper’s still the same though
she say she got powers, that’s what you call a super
pull them bitties out like janet jackson at the super bowl
it’s d-lo, you already know that i was in though
i’ll mack a chick until she bow-legged or pigeon-toed
the black girl, the white girl, the chinese, the siamese
i need a quarter, i ain’t messing with no dime-piece
you-b–ba-la-boopty, lil mama got booty
the mama’s a groupy, but she riding a hoopty
man i’m running through these hookers like flava flave
but i ain’t looking for no love, i’m just trying to get paid
you can catch me in the east with my chopper in the hood
like my brother sleazy-d, i’d break oprah if i could

[verse 3: beeda weeda]
oh yaaa
it’s young beeda weeda, f-ck ’em, don’t feed ’em, i don’t love ’em, i don’t need ’em
might just stuff ’em in the beamer, take ’em to the trap and leave ’em
playing with my money, b-tch you might just catch a beating
for real though, she already know though
slap a b-tch up and give a f-ck about the po-po
disrespect her daddy and she know that that’s a no-no
any type of weather she gone’ be out on that hoe stroll
[?] in those hoe clothes, mini skirts with [?]
catch them on the 4, by the check cash is stolo, ho though
d-lo, you already know though
how we eat at [?] we get a lot of hoe dough
all she need is guidance and a little bit of promo
still on craigslist you a motherf-cking dumbo
sell it to the [?] girl bust them tricks
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch make me rich, b-tch

[hook: d-lo]
d-lo, he don’t give a f-ck about no hoe (no hoe, no hoe, no hoe, no hoe)
d-lo, he don’t give a f-ck about no ho, he’ll sn-tch your hoe and tack her to the hoe stroll
d-lo, you already know though, he don’t give a f-ck about no n-gg- or no hoe though
d-lo, he don’t give a f-ck about your hoe, he’ll put a b-tch up in the trap up in the rain and the snow

[verse 4: the jacka]
d-lo, you already know though, he don’t give a f-ck about no n-gg- or no hoe though
ride around solo, with a glock 4-0
come up out the club got your b-tch in a chokehold, chokehold
if he get bread, make her come out as h-m-
smack you in the head with the -ss or the 4-0 (4-0, 4-0, 4-0, 4-0)
[?] and my n-gg- c-bo, and they go to mac.com whipping xeno
fully automatic, every strap came from reno
with the [?], dj quest in that [?] ([?])
b-tch, free my n-gg- t though
negro [?], yeah the jack on the sequal
the dope fiend people, love the boy swag
riding in the drop, ay b-tch i got bag, bag

[hook: d-lo]
d-lo, he don’t give a f-ck about no hoe (no hoe, no hoe, no hoe, no hoe)the
d-lo, he don’t give a f-ck about no ho, he’ll sn-tch your hoe and tack her to the hoe stroll
d-lo, you already know though, he don’t give a f-ck about no n-gg- or no hoe though
d-lo, he don’t give a f-ck about your hoe, he’ll put a b-tch up in the trap up in the rain and snow

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