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Album: The Drought Is Over Part 4 (2007)

Ask Them Hoes



Yea
My type of shit
See!!
When i do what i do i do it
I said when i do what i do i do it
Dat right

[verse 1:]
See she all on my dick cause i make alot of money,
But i unno why cause she gets none,
(bring it back)...all on my dick cause i make alot of money
But i unno why cause she gets none from me
She only get dick way down in her tummy,
N she tell all of her friends now her friends wanna,
(bring it back)...only get dick way down in her tummy,
And she tell all of her friends now her friends wanna fuck me
Im lookin in the mirror and i see a dollar sign
I had a cat scan and i had money on my mind
I tell a bitch go and get my name on ya spine
So i can fell good when im hitting it from behind
Im crack rock fresh baby im that boy
Yea put me in a pot and
Watch i come back hard
Yea put me on that block
And watch i come back rich
Now she done put me in that pussy
She aint came back since

[chorus:]
Ask dem hoes, yea ask dem hoes,
Ask dem hoes about me, ask dem hoes,
Uh huh yea ask dem hoes,
Ask dem hoes about me

[hook:]
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Ima dog, ask dem hoes
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Ima dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
Hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
Hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes

[verse 2:]
Hat to the side
Rims on the ride
It cant fit in my pocket and i dont have,
(hold up)...hat to the side
Rims on the ride
It cant fit in my pocket and i dont have to cock
It scarface bitch cocaine by the pie
Got them hoes sniffin like dem hoes bout to (hold up)...
Scarface bitch cocaine by the pie
Got them hoes sniffin like dem hoes bout to cry
Ms myspace dont blow my high
I download hard dick to your hard drive
Den she got on her knees thats when we locked eyes
She caught it like it was a routine popped fly
Im dope boy fresh new jeans new everything
Dem bitches want me like a wedding ring
I told her dat im married to the money
Committed to the cash all i see is pussy, titties, and the ass

[chorus:]
Ask dem hoes, yea ask dem hoes,
What to do
Ask dem hoes about me,
Ask dem hoes, uh huh yea ask dem hoes
What to do
Ask dem hoes about me

[hook:]
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Ima dog, ask dem hoes
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Ima dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
Hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
Hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes

[verse 3:]
Call me weezy f. bitch im straight
From the street the dope game is sour
And the dope is sweet i live in the tower
Got a scope on the heat
Hit you from 100 feet
We dont even have to meet
Ya bitch love me we dont even have to meet
But if i run into her believe me i will (hold on)...
Ya bitch love me we dont even have to meet
But if i run into her believe me i will do her
And if that bitch bitch is crazy
Believe me i will sue her
Got some hungry ass lawyers
That would eat her up and chew her
I dont know why you love her
I wish i never knew her
She only give me brain
She was just another tutor
She blow my whole band
I was just another tuba
Now get off my dick
And get lost in aruba
Its money over bitches
Cash money over bitches
Young money over bitches
Get money from them bitches
I do!

[chorus:]
Ask dem hoes, yea ask dem,
Ask dem hoes about me, ask dem hoes,
Uh huh yea ask dem hoes, ask dem
Hoes about me

[hook:]
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Ima dog, ask dem hoes...



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