歌手:BA$H WU
专辑:《I DON'T FVCK WIT THEM HOES》

作词 : BA$H WU
作曲 : CashMoneyAp
Everybody care about the hype,
they don’t know ***t they be faking like a dyke
They don’t even understand the goddamn reason why they buy
They aint got no type 
talking about the hip hop y’all better chill
shut the **** up stop talking about them pills
You aint got no drop top I might let them bomb drop 
on my ******* mic 
do a die I don’t press no likes
I don’t really **** wit them hoes
I don't really **** wit them hoes
I don’t really **** with them posers
Climbing to the top and I finna be the goat
I don’t really **** wit them hoes
I don't really **** wit them hoes
Ima go get it wit my bros
Till I on the top and I finna be the goat
mother****** don’t be standing close
grab your hoe
she be acting way too close
Turn yo smile to a damn frown 
put a ninja down
you’s a lil ***** lil  clown
dripping that sauce
 ninja Ima boss
took a loss now I pull up on your block
anywhere I go I be ***ne Ima glow
watch how you talk catch a **** in your throat 
Kicking on your door Ima taking all dis ****
Cut to the chase tell me what you know
Put me in a cage wanna take my soul
I never bow down to ya fake assholes
Sipping hot tea,
repping no peace 
I might burn your house down pull up wit that Ski
Mask on my face that’s the only way to go
spitting out some fire Ima get them overdose
I don’t really **** wit them hoes
I don't really **** wit them hoes
I don’t really **** with them posers
Climbing to the top and I finna be the goat
I don’t really **** wit them hoes
I don't really **** wit them hoes
Ima go get it wit my bros
Till I on the top and I finna be the goat
Bodies on the ground cuz they fooling around wit me
I need no funky hoe I need an independent lady
Shorty sniffing **** tell me what the **** you thinking?
I shot them in the head I got that demon soul in me 
Telephone called I b riding on the road, hustle for the gold
**** outta my sight,  have to state that for the Five O
I’m going crazy dropping hella C4 
straight from dirt we can have a food fight
mentally gone Im hunting all night
talking about same old ***t
you’s a same old pig lemme do my thang you can’t **** wit my clique 
Puffing on my gas drive test I doubt it I can pass
Mother****** on the cloud nine flying first class
strap up wit my gang ima pull up on your hoes 
rolling baseball bat 
chasing on the crown
battle underground
chiggaz in the game we be killing all dem Clowns
said they wanna get it but they never put in work
never give a **** Ima puffing on my herb
I don’t really **** wit them hoes
I don't really **** wit them hoes
I don’t really **** with them posers
Climbing to the top and I finna be the goat
I don’t really **** wit them hoes
I don't really **** wit them hoes
Ima go get it wit my bros
Till I on the top and I finna be the goat