Lyrics
“Like A Hoe”
[Intro – Iceberg Slim:]
Listen square-ass bitch
I have never had a ho that I couldn’t do without
I celebrate, bitch, when a whore leaves me
You scurvy bitch
[Verse 1:]
Lately I’ve been under pressure
Make me wanna put a fuck nigga on a stretcher
They like, damn, why you so aggressive?
Cause I’ve been going through some things
And I’m tired of playing with these nigga’s
All this pain I done been through tryna change how we living
Rock shows and throw them old chains in the venues
We don’t hang out the window, might aim out the window
Keep it on the low, DL my initials
Nigga’s be dickriders, I ain’t worried bout competition
Don’t bring them bitches up cause on my dogs, I’ll sick em
Mike Jack thriller, 04 Old 4 Pistols
Wan’t beef? I’ll serve a bitch that old pie dinner
That’s fireplace, we might pop up where your mama stay
Park inside her driveway, car ain’t got no license plate
Success be like a block away, get the fuck up out my way
How you feel, closer to my dreams like Goapale
I’m trynna make a mill nigga, how you tryna operate?
[Chorus:]
Treat a nigga like a ho
I got what you need
I got what you want
Treat a nigga like a ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Treat a nigga like a ho
[Verse 2:]
I been acting up since an adolescence
No one can tell me shit I had my own preference
Keep them on they toes DeJ keep em guessing
I keep a weapon, so just keep it stepping
I don’t like Giuseppes, rather do Chanel
Free Tony, I wish he had bail
I’m switching lanes in that G wagon
My bae about his business but his jeans sagging
Your bitch barely made it she a C-average
We already won, ain’t no rematches
All my guys getting money, ant no team captains
Take a L, bounce back gotta restack it
Alright but I ain’t got no weed habit
I just gotta shoe and getting cheese fetish
I was cooling down, now I’m revamping
All these bitches is my sons, got what they need daddy
[Chorus]
Back Up with Dej Loaf feat Big Sean
Lyrics
[Intro]
Back up off me, back up off me
Back up off me, back up off me
[Verse 1: DeJ Loaf]
Yah yah bitch, back up off me
You don’t know me, I’m too clean, I’m too holy, bitch I’m godly
I only go for real niggas who don’t brag ’bout what they bought me
Cause they know I got a bag, gotta fuck me up some commas
If I fuck and make you cum, you got to promise not to stress me
Don’t be blowin’ up my phone and don’t be leavin’ voice messages
Said “I can do you right, do you better than your exes”
I told that nigga to stop it, he was talkin’ out his necklace
See the difference with me, I never needed niggas, ever
I’ll leave ’em where I met ’em, I ain’t trippin’ off no, ever
Goons in the cut try to talk you out your necklace
If you ever disrespect me, pussy, don’t be disrespectful
I said woo, I said I know, I know, I know
He heard about me, he was waitin’ on me at the door
I said woo, yeah that mink all on the floor
Used to bust this shit at skatin’, 6 to 9, come in at 4
We got glow sticks for you ho chicks, bitch don’t act like you don’t know this
I’m very antisocial, social network ain’t my motion (I don’t move like that)
I show no emotions, nigga’s bitches it’s disgustin’
Bananas with the Trojans, pop that pussy for a legend
[Hook: DeJ Loaf]
I said woo, I said I know, I know, I know
I said bitch back up off me
I said woo, I said bitch back up off me
I said woo… get this nigga
I said woah woah, yah yah, bitch back up off me
I said woah woah, yah yah, bitch back up off me
I said woah woah, yah yah, bitch back up off me
I said woah woah, yah yah, bitch back up off me
Back up off me, back up off me, I said bitch back up off me
Back up off me, back up off me, I said bitch back up off me
Back up off me, back up off me, I said bitch back up off me
I said… back up off me, I said bitch back up off me
[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Back up off me, they want my backs in coffins
It’s so cold in the D and they still wanna take my jacket off me
Back when I couldn’t afford to get it mixed and mastered, homie
My mama fronted me that money so it’s no backup, homie
Bitch so back up off me
Bank account look like a ballot, homie, yeah it’s checked up
My niggas packin’, you get to trippin’, they unpackin’, homie
Yeah I overdo it, yeah that’s tailored, homie
Yeah I’m overdressed and ain’t no salad on me
Me and DeJ together, holy matrimony
Ohhh, it’s hard to smile and shit
When they ain’t free Juan, I got real ones on trial and shit
Fuck all my peers unless we talkin’ bout Belle Isle and shit
The check is seven figures, I might try and dial the shit
And if I fuck and make you cum, don’t be blowin’ up my phone
Lately I’ve been messin’ with girls who tend to own shit on their own
I turn dusk into dawn, turn my chair to a throne
Fuck her off in the whip, make her take Uber home
Cold to the chromosome, I grew up without a hammock
I did everything except panic, feel me? Finally Famous the family
And we expandin’ on the top floor like we tannin’
She throwin’ tantrums
She gon’ hold this dick like a Grammy
I give her bomb D and do damage, she like…
[Hook: DeJ Loaf]
I said woo, I said I know, I know, I know
I said bitch back up off me
I said woo, I said bitch back up off me
I said woo… get this nigga
I said woah, yah yah, bitch back up off me
I said woah woah, yah yah, bitch back up off me
I said woah woah, yah yah, bitch back up off me
I said woah woah, yah yah, bitch back up off me
Back up off me, back up off me, I said bitch back up off me
Back up off me, back up off me, I said bitch back up off me
Back up off me, back up off me, I said bitch back up off me
I said… back up off me, I said bitch back up off me
[Outro: Big Sean (DeJ Loaf)]
Yeah that’s right mane
(I said woah, yah yah)
For the city
(Woah, yah yah, bitch back up off me)
You got Queen DeJ, Sean Don, straight up
It’s time to boss up on everything, I’m gettin’ everything
