I Keep Hoes Broke Lyrics
| Song | I Keep Hoes Broke |
| Artist | Mac Mall |
| Album | Mackin Speaks Louder Than Words |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Preston, Rocker | |
| I keep hoes broke, you'll never see me crack a joke | |
| I go gorilla on a bitch, I bet she have my dough | |
| When I'm on ring the alarm, we breakin em tricks | |
| You can't hate it or debate it, square, straight pimp shit | |
| I like to stand in a club, the spot where the strippers dance | |
| Gettin money and the Mall can't understand | |
| I'm just a mack with a pimpin influence | |
| 100 carat mouthpiece, I gotta use it | |
| Now she can be your sister or your baby mom | |
| I take a bitch in and bring her out live hoe form | |
| I lace a hooker with ingredients, every hoe you see me with | |
| Slave for conversation, Mac Mall could never be a simp | |
| Hookers is wild and they need to be tamed | |
| I treat em like a child, give em new hoe names | |
| She's on the winning team gettin that currency | |
| But she get bust in the dome she hold out on me | |
| She's schemin, breakin all the pimp/hoe laws | |
| You must be dreamin thinkin that the money was yours | |
| Now as I stand over ya, look in your face, you seem slow | |
| Remember me, the one you got the good game from? | |
| And shit gon' get rougher, it's sho nuff tougher | |
| The bitch start to stutter, I slap her with another | |
| Mackin, that's all I know, that's how I roll | |
| I go loco for c-notes, nigga, I keep hoes broke | |
| [VERSE 2: Mac Mall] | |
| I got a question: can the vice or the punk police | |
| Stop a Mac from gettin all my cheese? | |
| Ridin in a Cadillac, and no, I ain't smilin | |
| I'm tryin to touch enough to buy me an island | |
| A chickenhead need a real mack in her life | |
| She know them L7 niggas just ain't her type | |
| That's when I get that bitch, give her wigs and lipstick | |
| Get the style down pat, now it's time for a trip | |
| Said her man was a bore, pussy-whipped to the core | |
| And now he jealous because he couldn't make you his whore | |
| A M-a-c, baby, don't even try to be | |
| When you come up and speak, don't even lie to me | |
| You like to try to infiltrate, talk shit and pimpetrate | |
| Then turn it all around and try to player-hate | |
| Me, but if you try to step to a gee | |
| I hit you with the AR-15 | |
| I'm callin you a new jack, a pooh put, a dirty mack | |
| Comin at me wrong, you get your cap moved back | |
| Sucker, I keep it movin, gettin loot and | |
| Suckers make me mad, nigga, fuck you and | |
| Your off-brand lame game, all y'all small change | |
| And I'm that nigga, Mac from the Greater Bay | |
| Sucker, you need to let that go fo sho | |
| You can get a smack for this, nigga, I keep hoes broke | |
| [VERSE 3: Mac Mall] | |
| I give a loose hoe laws like a judge | |
| Put her on a corner and she bet' not budge | |
| No need for hesitation, save the drag for a trick | |
| And bring me back g stacks, little lame-ass bitch | |
| Suckers way wild, this ain't a freestyle, there's a fee to see | |
| So kick end and come off the currency | |
| Big bread, large loot by the lump sums | |
| C-notes, homie, ain't nothin like pimpin | |
| Before you know it I was sellin hoes dreams and | |
| Boss-mackin felines, all about my cream and | |
| Whores, I got em poppin pussy for the cheddar | |
| Got me mackin through busted bad weather | |
| Never faded by the lame folks or the haters | |
| About a bitch, I rather send her than save her | |
| Cutthroat, bossin up for the dough | |
| And when I'm gone, the whole world of tricks'll be broke | |
| So ask Rally Ral we on the pimpish tip | |
| Play with mine and girl, you gon' get clipped | |
| I even pimp-walk straight through hell | |
| Just to bust your dome, if you don't have my mail | |
| Bitch, I'm on some Crestside mob shit | |
| And when it all go down, fo sho we bomb shit | |
| Game is cold and my mackin is strong | |
| So you squares know why I keep my paper long | |
| And hoes broke |
| zuo ci : Preston, Rocker | |
| I keep hoes broke, you' ll never see me crack a joke | |
| I go gorilla on a bitch, I bet she have my dough | |
| When I' m on ring the alarm, we breakin em tricks | |
| You can' t hate it or debate it, square, straight pimp shit | |
| I like to stand in a club, the spot where the strippers dance | |
| Gettin money and the Mall can' t understand | |
| I' m just a mack with a pimpin influence | |
| 100 carat mouthpiece, I gotta use it | |
| Now she can be your sister or your baby mom | |
| I take a bitch in and bring her out live hoe form | |
| I lace a hooker with ingredients, every hoe you see me with | |
| Slave for conversation, Mac Mall could never be a simp | |
| Hookers is wild and they need to be tamed | |
| I treat em like a child, give em new hoe names | |
| She' s on the winning team gettin that currency | |
| But she get bust in the dome she hold out on me | |
| She' s schemin, breakin all the pimp hoe laws | |
| You must be dreamin thinkin that the money was yours | |
| Now as I stand over ya, look in your face, you seem slow | |
| Remember me, the one you got the good game from? | |
| And shit gon' get rougher, it' s sho nuff tougher | |
| The bitch start to stutter, I slap her with another | |
| Mackin, that' s all I know, that' s how I roll | |
| I go loco for cnotes, nigga, I keep hoes broke | |
| VERSE 2: Mac Mall | |
| I got a question: can the vice or the punk police | |
| Stop a Mac from gettin all my cheese? | |
| Ridin in a Cadillac, and no, I ain' t smilin | |
| I' m tryin to touch enough to buy me an island | |
| A chickenhead need a real mack in her life | |
| She know them L7 niggas just ain' t her type | |
| That' s when I get that bitch, give her wigs and lipstick | |
| Get the style down pat, now it' s time for a trip | |
| Said her man was a bore, pussywhipped to the core | |
| And now he jealous because he couldn' t make you his whore | |
| A Mac, baby, don' t even try to be | |
| When you come up and speak, don' t even lie to me | |
| You like to try to infiltrate, talk shit and pimpetrate | |
| Then turn it all around and try to playerhate | |
| Me, but if you try to step to a gee | |
| I hit you with the AR15 | |
| I' m callin you a new jack, a pooh put, a dirty mack | |
| Comin at me wrong, you get your cap moved back | |
| Sucker, I keep it movin, gettin loot and | |
| Suckers make me mad, nigga, fuck you and | |
| Your offbrand lame game, all y' all small change | |
| And I' m that nigga, Mac from the Greater Bay | |
| Sucker, you need to let that go fo sho | |
| You can get a smack for this, nigga, I keep hoes broke | |
| VERSE 3: Mac Mall | |
| I give a loose hoe laws like a judge | |
| Put her on a corner and she bet' not budge | |
| No need for hesitation, save the drag for a trick | |
| And bring me back g stacks, little lameass bitch | |
| Suckers way wild, this ain' t a freestyle, there' s a fee to see | |
| So kick end and come off the currency | |
| Big bread, large loot by the lump sums | |
| Cnotes, homie, ain' t nothin like pimpin | |
| Before you know it I was sellin hoes dreams and | |
| Bossmackin felines, all about my cream and | |
| Whores, I got em poppin pussy for the cheddar | |
| Got me mackin through busted bad weather | |
| Never faded by the lame folks or the haters | |
| About a bitch, I rather send her than save her | |
| Cutthroat, bossin up for the dough | |
| And when I' m gone, the whole world of tricks' ll be broke | |
| So ask Rally Ral we on the pimpish tip | |
| Play with mine and girl, you gon' get clipped | |
| I even pimpwalk straight through hell | |
| Just to bust your dome, if you don' t have my mail | |
| Bitch, I' m on some Crestside mob shit | |
| And when it all go down, fo sho we bomb shit | |
| Game is cold and my mackin is strong | |
| So you squares know why I keep my paper long | |
| And hoes broke |
| zuò cí : Preston, Rocker | |
| I keep hoes broke, you' ll never see me crack a joke | |
| I go gorilla on a bitch, I bet she have my dough | |
| When I' m on ring the alarm, we breakin em tricks | |
| You can' t hate it or debate it, square, straight pimp shit | |
| I like to stand in a club, the spot where the strippers dance | |
| Gettin money and the Mall can' t understand | |
| I' m just a mack with a pimpin influence | |
| 100 carat mouthpiece, I gotta use it | |
| Now she can be your sister or your baby mom | |
| I take a bitch in and bring her out live hoe form | |
| I lace a hooker with ingredients, every hoe you see me with | |
| Slave for conversation, Mac Mall could never be a simp | |
| Hookers is wild and they need to be tamed | |
| I treat em like a child, give em new hoe names | |
| She' s on the winning team gettin that currency | |
| But she get bust in the dome she hold out on me | |
| She' s schemin, breakin all the pimp hoe laws | |
| You must be dreamin thinkin that the money was yours | |
| Now as I stand over ya, look in your face, you seem slow | |
| Remember me, the one you got the good game from? | |
| And shit gon' get rougher, it' s sho nuff tougher | |
| The bitch start to stutter, I slap her with another | |
| Mackin, that' s all I know, that' s how I roll | |
| I go loco for cnotes, nigga, I keep hoes broke | |
| VERSE 2: Mac Mall | |
| I got a question: can the vice or the punk police | |
| Stop a Mac from gettin all my cheese? | |
| Ridin in a Cadillac, and no, I ain' t smilin | |
| I' m tryin to touch enough to buy me an island | |
| A chickenhead need a real mack in her life | |
| She know them L7 niggas just ain' t her type | |
| That' s when I get that bitch, give her wigs and lipstick | |
| Get the style down pat, now it' s time for a trip | |
| Said her man was a bore, pussywhipped to the core | |
| And now he jealous because he couldn' t make you his whore | |
| A Mac, baby, don' t even try to be | |
| When you come up and speak, don' t even lie to me | |
| You like to try to infiltrate, talk shit and pimpetrate | |
| Then turn it all around and try to playerhate | |
| Me, but if you try to step to a gee | |
| I hit you with the AR15 | |
| I' m callin you a new jack, a pooh put, a dirty mack | |
| Comin at me wrong, you get your cap moved back | |
| Sucker, I keep it movin, gettin loot and | |
| Suckers make me mad, nigga, fuck you and | |
| Your offbrand lame game, all y' all small change | |
| And I' m that nigga, Mac from the Greater Bay | |
| Sucker, you need to let that go fo sho | |
| You can get a smack for this, nigga, I keep hoes broke | |
| VERSE 3: Mac Mall | |
| I give a loose hoe laws like a judge | |
| Put her on a corner and she bet' not budge | |
| No need for hesitation, save the drag for a trick | |
| And bring me back g stacks, little lameass bitch | |
| Suckers way wild, this ain' t a freestyle, there' s a fee to see | |
| So kick end and come off the currency | |
| Big bread, large loot by the lump sums | |
| Cnotes, homie, ain' t nothin like pimpin | |
| Before you know it I was sellin hoes dreams and | |
| Bossmackin felines, all about my cream and | |
| Whores, I got em poppin pussy for the cheddar | |
| Got me mackin through busted bad weather | |
| Never faded by the lame folks or the haters | |
| About a bitch, I rather send her than save her | |
| Cutthroat, bossin up for the dough | |
| And when I' m gone, the whole world of tricks' ll be broke | |
| So ask Rally Ral we on the pimpish tip | |
| Play with mine and girl, you gon' get clipped | |
| I even pimpwalk straight through hell | |
| Just to bust your dome, if you don' t have my mail | |
| Bitch, I' m on some Crestside mob shit | |
| And when it all go down, fo sho we bomb shit | |
| Game is cold and my mackin is strong | |
| So you squares know why I keep my paper long | |
| And hoes broke |
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