We Don’t Love ’em Lyrics – Mac
Singer: Mac
Title: We Don’t Love ’em
Yeah, KLC DJ Wop, it’s all about them hoes
I know my n#gg#, Wop don’t love them hoes
My n#gg# KL, he ain’t loving them hoes
My n#gg# Cult definitely ain’t loving them hoes
To all the b#tches, hoes and all that sh#t
Running around with them tights on trying to find the tricks
Running behind that dick chasing n#gg#s 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 #ss
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’s got to be your b#tch
He saw the video tape and said all man that ain’t sh#t
Instead of ending it he defending it, I’ll give you that much
Either he lame or your p#ss# is pure gold with diamond clusters
But he a buster ’cause everybody f#cked you
But he the only one saying he love you, you’s a
Hoes, hoes, you know I’m ’bout them hoes hoes
But I don’t love them hoes, hoes, I’m way above them 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, hoes
I seen her in the house in blue shaking her #ss
Winking her eye at every n#gg# who passed
Trying to fell that glass put his pants back
The #ss 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 n#gg#s point at you with laughter
But get down or try to understand you world
And what it did to make you such a shallow #ss girl
I know you laid with this n#gg# that you met last night
You f#cking 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 n#gg#s lying
But you the one that’s doing all the lying
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 n#gg#s you done slept with
We don’t love them hoes, hoes
We don’t love them hoes, hoes, I’m way above them hoes, hoes
I’m ’bout them hoes, check it hoes
My n#gg# slim, I let them hoes know I’m from the 3rd yo
I gives a f#ck I get bucked n#gg# what
My n#gg# DJ Wop told me to let them n#gg#s know
What’s up my girl Storm, she definitely in the house
I’m from uptown so you n#gg#s know I got all about
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