[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