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ludacris feat snoop dogg - hoes in my room featuring snoop dogg lyrics

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hey, thank all y’all for comin’ out tonight
it was a beautiful night tonight and the shizznit
where pimpin’ and dead, these hoes just scared
thanks snoop dogg, ludacris, all the players from the lbc
it was a beautiful night tonight
oh, look at these fools, security, come get these n-gg-z

fresh off the streets, just finished the show in long beach
ready to relax, kick up my feet
maybe smoke a blunt or two, that’s what i wanna do
broke out and called up the homeboy snoop

what happenin’ nephew?
oh, nothin’ just called
lookin’ for some women that can fondle my b-lls
well you hit the right dogg, i can help you with that
gimme 15 minutes, and i’ll hit you rite back

off to the hotel, i was ready indeed
slapped the b-tton in the ‘llac to control the speed
put one up in the air, the cops just stared
waved my hands out the roof like i just ain’t care

got to the tele and i slid through the door
on to the elevator, hit the penthouse floor
and what would happen next only time could time
‘cuz i got up to my room, and i was mad as h-ll
(d-mn)

who let these hoes in my room?
(these hoes)
who let these hoes in my room?
(oh no)
(did you let ’em in?)
who let these hoes in my room?
(these hoes)
who let these hoes in my room?

now it was five b.a.p. hoes and they look like trash
but one was midget, so we’ll just say four and a half
i was stuck speechless, couldn’t believe my eyes
what’d i do to deserve this unpleasant surprise?

and i was thinkin’ to myself
“this is just my luck”
then my n-gg- bust in like
“what the f-ck?”
(oh sh-t, it’s snoop)

who in the h-ll let them booger bears out they cell
(not me)
and what they doin’ in ya’ room? n-gg- make ’em bail
(yeah)
got some fine b-tches, dime b-tches on they way
(okay)
and told security, “let ’em in, with no delay”

so when they get here, they’ll probably be like half naked
don’t mean to trip out, but b-tch y’all got to dip out
(dip out)
catch the elevator up one floor
presidential with the slidin’ key for the door
(oh no)

what the f-ck goin’ on?
sh-t, all around the world luda
then it’s the same song
them b-tches was so ugly, i told ’em to go home

who let these hoes in my room?
(man, who let these hoes in my room? man)
who let these hoes in my room?
(oh no)
(did you let ’em in?)
who let these hoes in my room?
(well, who let ’em in then?)
who let these hoes in my room?
(get out)

now, these chicks wouldn’t leave, they was ready to clown
one was 5’6 and weighed three hundred pounds
no she didn’t come through with a thong on
she did for the h-ll of it, big fat whale of it

you can’t separate me, i’ma separate you
b-tch ya’ p-ssy smell like pepe le pew
you filthy, nasty, sick in the head
sittin’ in my dressin’ room with d-ck on ya’ bread

she said, “i want you to climb in this underwear, silly”
but i was turned off by her tupper-ware t-tties
fake b-tches, break b-tches, make b-tches
kick rocks, when they f-cked up in they face

tick-tock, you gots to get up out my sp-ce
hey ludacris, let’s get the f-ck up out this place, let’s bounce
then it got to my head, and somethin’ reminded me
i know who let ’em in, it was bill o’reilly
(f-ggot)
ya’ white bread, chicken-sh-t n-gg-

who let these hoes in my room?
(who let these hoes in my room?)
who let these hoes in my room?
(did you let ’em in?)
who let these hoes in my room?
(i need to know, who let these hoes in?)
(oh no)
who let these hoes in my room?

y’all gotta go
y’all gotta get the f-ck up outta here
ugly -ss b-tches

i don’t understand how these b-tches always get in my dressin’ room
you know what i’m sayin’? soon as i get off stage
it’s 7 or 8 ugly -ss b-tches posyed up in my dressin’ room
and security act like they don’t know who did it

i know, i know you feel what i’m sayin’
i’m my n-gg- around the whole world
we need to form a society or somethin’
fat, gorilla, monkey mouth b-tches
can’t get in our mothaf-ckin’ dressin’ room or backstage

and if they do
we kindly put our foot up their -sses
and re-direct them b-tches to security’s dressin’ room, you dig?
sick of these ugly -ss b-tches bein’ my dressin’ room

- ludacris feat snoop dogg lyrics

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