We Don`t Love `em Lyrics

We Don`t Love `em lyrics

[Mac Talking]
Yeah KLC DJ Wop it's all about them hoes
I know my nigga Wop
don't love them hoes
My nigga KL he ain't loving them hoes
My nigga Cult
definitely ain't loving them hoes
Y'all what's up with this Mac nigga feel
it

To all the bitches hoes and all that shit
Running around with them
tights on trying to find them tricks
Running behind that dick chasing niggas
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 ass 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 has got to be your bitch
He saw the video tape and
said all man that ain't shit
Instead of ending it he defending it I'll give
you that much
Either he lame or your pussy is pure gold with diamond
clusters
But he a buster cause everybody fucked you
But he the only one
saying he love you
Woo you's a

Hoes hoes You know I'm bout them hoes
hoes
But I don't love them hoes hoes 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

I seen her in the
house in blue shaking her ass
Winking her eye at every nigga who
passed
Trying to fell that glass put his pants back
The ass 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 nigga point at
you with laughter
But get down or try to understand you world
And what it
did to make you such a shallow ass girl
I know you laid with this nigga that
you met last night
You fucking 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 niggas lying
But you the one that's doing all the
lying
Supplying the cat to all the niggas that be trying to mack
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 niggas you done slept
with

Chorus
We don't love them hoes hoes
We don't love them hoes
hoes hoes hoes
I'm bout them hoes
Check it hoes

My nigga slim I
let them hoes know I'm from the 3rd yo
My name is Macadon and I'll get all
up in em' slow
I gives a fuck I get bucked nigga what
My nigga DJ Wop
told me to let them niggas know what's up
My girl Storm she definitely in
the house
I'm from uptown so you niggas know I got all the clout
Murder
murder kill kill