Mr. Biggs – Hoe Check Lyrics

Bitches Line yo ass up

Hoe Check, Hoe Check

Hoe Check, Hoe Check

Fuck Nigga Check, Fuck Nigga Check

Bitches Line yo ass up

Mr. Bigg’s in da muthafuckin show talking bout these—HOES!!!

Let me hear you say— HOES!!!

Let me talk about them— HOES!!!

Let me hear you say — HOE!!!

Let me talk about them—HOES!!!

Let me hear you say—HOES!!!

Let me talk about them—HOES!!!

Let me hear you say—HOE!!!

(Verse 1)

I’m out on parole and I’m sittin on swole

The Cadillac outside with the mac dee’s and vogues

Put the Jag in the shop and got the brains blowed out

I keep my brim to the ride with a grill in my mouth

Gots some hoes in the backyard they barbequing them stakes

I sippin on that Alaze, I’m smoking on that better hay

Sittin by the pool with my ray bands on

Talkin shit to my momma on my cellular phone

Askin me when I’m comin back to Kali to see her

Cuz she know when I come I bring that fiyah ass reefer

Got the gold cuz them hoes got they shoes on my rug

M.O.B. and P.C.P. tearin up them folks club

Holla at cha later tell my sister I miss her

Tell my niece I’m comin to see her; I’ll be in Kali for Christmas

If I’m dirty I’m gone drive cuz I want you to know

Mr. Bigg’s in the muthafuckin show talking bout these— HOES!!!

Let me hear you say— HOES!!!

Let me talk about them— HOES!!!

Let me hear you say — HOE!!!

Let me talk about them—HOES!!!

Let me hear you say—HOES!!!

Let me talk about them—HOES!!!

Let me hear you say—HOE!!!

(Verse 2)

Shit!

Why do these bustas fall so weak

For these Waffle House hoes and these cheap ass freaks

Niggas buying bitches clothes ???

Ya’ll taking this shit to far

Tryin to make these bitches starve

They driving round in yo Jag while you there selling birds

When you go to the feds she gone kick you to the curve

That’s fucked up what I heard from yo lil cousin Mick

You done bought her all this shit, she ain’t even suck yo dick

Ya’ll pussy ass niggas got this game half backwards

The shit done got out of hand, you da hoe and she da man

Got yo house, got yo cars, got yo boat, and yo plane

Every got damn thang in that got damn bitch name

Slow down man, I see the dogs and them helicopters

The Fed’s around the corner and them Bama ???

You jumped off in da game and I want you to know

Mr. Bigg’s in the muthafuckin show talking bout them— HOES!!!

Let me hear you say— HOES!!!

Let me talk about them— HOES!!!

Let me hear you say — HOE!!!

Let me talk about them—HOES!!!

Let me hear you say—HOES!!!

Let me talk about them—HOES!!!

Let me hear you say—HOE!!!

(Verse 3)

I met this bitch by the strip on a hot night

All up on my dick cuz my name be in the spotlight

She had this lil tattoo on her titty

Already knew my name cuz I be ballin down here

The Port city the bitch had some golds in her mouth

Talkin real fly with some fake ass green eyes

Ass sittin on swole in them guess jeans

Talk kinda funny and said she was from New Orleans

Said she want me to be her main

Said she had a spot where I can sale a bunch of cane

I don’t trust no hoes unless we got the same blood

I don’t play no games with them bitches in the club

Bitches like to try all type of shit

Be a trick, suck a dick and move to the next lick

Now bitch how da fuck you don’t know

Mr. Bigg’s in the muthafuckin show-talking bout these—HOES!!!

Let me hear you say— HOES!!!

Let me talk about them— HOES!!!

Let me hear you say — HOE!!!

Let me talk about them—HOES!!!

Let me hear you say—HOES!!!

Let me talk about them—HOES!!!

Let me hear you say—HOE!!!

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