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[Verse 1: Tee Williams]
Hoes ain’t never been a thang
Like Jay-Z never love a Dame
We done put a lock on the game
Like street hoops, ball and the chain
Net, Willie catch wreck like a car in a ditch
Rappers eyes closed, niggas ain’t seen shit
My camp hot, like the fire been lit
Your camp flat, like the tire been split
Really though, where’s your pride?
No, really though… where’s the dough?
Jaws gon’ drop when I enter the door
Oh, you don’ heard that before, right?
Long Live T-Will, bump that kite
Headed to the top might get a little bouncy
Buckle seats for the flight
Who you heard like me?
Who you heard like T..
Willo, got word bout me..
Now you worried bout me, shit
That’s how it be, aye D
Tell em’ don’t shit come free
Except my style on this CD
After that, tell em’ Kool
(Niggas charging a fee) ha!
Oh you heard bout me? Bitch niggas got word bout me?
Boy, I ain’t tricking on hoes
You tricking on hoes, shit I’m charging a fee!
Pimp shit til’ I D-I-E, til’ I D-I-E
I ain’t gotta say the shit again
I’ma do this shit, til’ I lay.. six, aye
[Hook: Tee Williams]
These hoes be actin’ up
These hoes be actin’ up
These hoes be actin’ up
And these niggas be letting em’
These hoes be actin’ up
These hoes be actin’ up
These hoes be actin’ up
And these niggas be.. (hell naw!)
These hoes be actin’ up
Y’all niggas be loving em’
Y’all niggas handcuffin’ em’
Y’all niggas be..
These hoes be actin’ up
These hoes be actin’ up
These hoes be actin’ up
And these niggas be letting em’
[Verse 2: Joe Da Q]
Why these hoes actin’ up?
Bitch don’t even come around
I got my football cleats on
So I’m bout to run the town
In Memphis, In Orange Mound
With my bad yella, with a fat ass
Get the fuck back, I know ya mad
Cause my yellowbone so bad
Niggas wanna hate on Joe
Cause yo bitch keep texting my phone
Leave me alone, before I pull the chrome
And put two hollows in yo dome
On the microphone, every night
I got yo girl riding my pipe
Like my nigga say on the other track „I don’t like”
Bring the pain all day and night
Matter fact I’m bout to catch a flight
T-Will done killed the track
But I’m bout to get this bitch hype
Get it jumping, get it pumping
Fuck boy, you better start running
Call me the birdman, I’m the one
In the club number one stunting
These hoes be actin’ up, but why you let em’ bro?
When she be on the phone, hollerin’ she love Joe
But I don’t love the hoe, and you can have her back
I’m in a fitted cap, and a snap back
With my J’s on, and my levis
I’m like „who the fuck are these guys?”
Get them niggas out my section
Before I have to pull my weapon
Call me a big Q-Dawg, so fuck boy just get to stepping
Q-Dawg is what I’m reppin’
Bad yellas I’m Hugh Heffin’
Hell yeah, I’m killing the track
Shout out to them Thunder Cats
[Hook: Tee Williams]
These hoes be actin’ up
And these niggas be letting em’
These hoes be actin’ up
And these niggas be letting em’
These hoes be actin’ up
These hoes be actin’ up
These hoes be actin’ up
And these niggas be letting em’
Head
Not the kind that you get from your girlfriend nigga
Head
Raps
Head
Raps
Huh
T-Will and Joe Da Q
Work
These hoes be actin’ up
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