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z-ro - he hoes lyrics

[hook]
you fellas is he hoes (he hoes, yeeeah)
wish i could shoot you like free throw (free throw, yeeah)
i don’t need no new amigos (amigos)
1 deep winning like i hit up the casino (casino)
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

[verse 1]
where the real niggas at? i’m try’na locate y’all
not you tender d-ck niggas that be lettin’ these hoes play y’all
gotta pay her rent so you can come with us to go play ball
wish a hoe would try to make me pay, i slap a hoe face off
ain’t no love for these b-tches, ain’t no need to be friends
like i’m from squad, put ’em in a coffin is what they need to be in
niggas say they left handed, i know their knowledge ain’t right
they don’t practice what they preachin’, that shit done come from the lie
all these pussy -ss niggas in my face
scared of me, but too pussy to try to put me in my place
try to jump me, then i keep an unjumpable in my waist
everybody dead and gone, ain’t no witnesses in my case
f-ck a video shoot, f-ck an award ceremony
ain’t winning shit anyway, unless a rapper run up on me
i got love for mo city texas, that’s my hood my nigga
but if it’s f-ck me, f-ck you too, and it’s all good my nigga
i don’t do no hand shaking, no tellin’ what you been touchin’
so they be like we love z-ro music, but motherf-ck him
motherf-ckers will piss on your legs and tell you it’s rain
they hate me cause i tell the truth, ain’t scared to tell you you lame

[verse 2]
and then they wonder why my attitude is f-ck ’em all, f-ck ’em all
representing for sandra bland, my attitude is f-ck the law, f-ck the law
and everytime you lie to me homie
it’s a target on your eye to me homie
always talkin’ dry to me homie
wanna do a drive by on me, don’t they?
now you already know i already know you a fraud -ss nigga
you can’t borrow nothin’, you need to get a job -ss nigga
always layin’ down, you need to stand up
they p-ssin’ out bricks in hustle cl-ss, you need to hold your hand up
always sayin’ something about somebody, nobody -ss nigga
only nobody is listening, somebodies can’t hear you
you gotta be out of space to beef with z-ro
come f-ckin’ with me, i’mma run your pockets, b-tch i’m d-bo

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