Lil Depressd Shit - FUCK THEM HOES Lyrics

Man, f*ck these hoes, man
These bitch ass lying hoes
Yeah, f*ck 'em
Yeah, f*ck 'em

F*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
I said f*ck them hoes

She be trippin' for the gram
She be twerking for some cash
Showing off her lil' booty
Leaving thirsty people mad
Boyfriend's waiting her at home
DM's won't leave her alone
Who's her main, who's on the side
Ask her, she cannot decide
She wants Gucci or Balmain
Sugar daddy's gonna pay
Empty brain and full accounts
Seven dicks up in her mouth, aye

F*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
I said f*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
I said f*ck them hoes

She is drinking only Fiji, uh
New cars every weekend, uh
If you can't afford it tho
There won't be no season two
Slept with your friend for a couple hundred bands
But she ain't feeling guilt 'cause she's messed up in the head
But she's pro
And gotta go
For a new
Fashion show, yuh
Paris to Milan
Fashion week, she's doing fine
Honey, honey
Transfer money in the bank, uh

F*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
I said f*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
I said f*ck them hoes

Counting money, counting money, cash fetish
Credit cards, expensive cars, f*ck that bitch
Don't be playing, wastin' time, what it is
Chasing green, chasing gold, we don't f*ck with it, yuh

F*ck them bitches
F*ck all y'all hoes
F*ck y'all hoes bruh
Boy if you don't get yo' hoe ass
Heavy ass bitch
The f*ck

F*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
I said f*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
I said f*ck them hoes

Get your checks up
Or you're next up
She gon' leave you
Get the bread, uh
Public crying
You the bad guy
Post on story
She been tired
Then somebody's gonna clap her ass
While you broken lone at night
Why you crying
Accept it, you are just her past, yuh

F*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
I said f*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
F*ck them hoes
I said f*ck them hoes