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letra de no luv "4" hoez - ten wanted men

[chorus: mac ramsey and ??]
forever blastin’ on b-tches, ’cause we show no kind of luv
f-ck a girl, f-ck a women, f-ck a trick, and f-ck a b-tch
forever blastin’ on b-tches, ’cause we show no kind of luv
i’m real and i’m down, but i dont f-ck wit’ you gigglin’ hoez

forever blastin’ on b-tches, ’cause we show no kind of luv
f-ck a girl, f-ck a women, f-ck a trick, and f-ck a b-tch
forever blastin’ on b-tches, ’cause we show no kind of luv
i’m real and i’m down, but i dont f-ck wit’ you gigglin’ hoez

[verse 1: undacova]
international, boneified playa wit’ my roadies
ain’t no love for b-tches, for b-tches be lovin’ me
how do i know? because they be tellin’ me
keep that love sh-t for thеm bustaz, i just wanted to empty yo pockets
gimmiе yo cheese, and yo endz before i commence to grip my glock, and c-ck it
smooth sailin’ how it do, when i toss up another ho
just make this lil freaky [?], now i got that b-tch comin’ out them clothes
ole’ well pimpin’ in my blood, b-tch, splurge, haven’t you heard
smoke wit’ us, see, us playaz, we already know it ain’t no love
’cause i can’t love a b-tch, who ain’t suckin’ my d-ck, who ain’t f-ckin’ my cl!ck, and who ain’t makin’ me rich
so to ya n-ggas thats playa haters, that sh-t is just in my nature
the pimpin’ is in my blood, my heart? manne, i have no love
f-ckin’ and chargin’ these b-tches thats stangin’ for riches, thats how this sh-t suposed to go
undacova, straight from [?], where n-ggas don’t love no hoez
[chorus: mac ramsey and ??]
forever blastin’ on b-tches, ’cause we show no kind of luv
f-ck a girl, f-ck a women, f-ck a trick, and f-ck a b-tch
forever blastin’ on b-tches, ’cause we show no kind of luv
i’m real and i’m down, but i dont f-ck wit’ you gigglin’ hoez

[verse 2: kingpin]
ain’t no b-tch that can’t be pimped, ain’t no ho that can’t be hoed
everlastin’ pimpin’ that i spit up on ’em, have ’em sewed
point blown up, constantly beepin’, while you callin’, i be creepin’
the game i spit, the n-ggas a trick, all the time she jack on my d-ck
keepin’ me bailed, what the h-ll, ain’t no love, can’t you tell?
kingpin [walkin’ in?], i keep a b-tch, f-ck a girlfriend
project hoes they droppin’ off cash, and ’95 they boostin’ ‘6
real pimp n-ggas, not playa haters, in the m-town we break they neck
understand it ain’t no time for love and relationship with a b-tch
all i want a ho to do is grip my d-ck between her lips
sellin’ da yay’, i gotta get paid, so to you duck, i’ll. holler
’cause you can’t do none for me, ho, unless you fillin’ my pockets wit’ dollaz
“save a ho,” h-ll no, the ole’ well pimpin’ is in my blood
i got my hoez settin’ up stangz, in my mind i have no love
[chorus: mac ramsey and ??]
forever blastin’ on b-tches, ’cause we show no kind of luv
f-ck a girl, f-ck a women, f-ck a trick, and f-ck a b-tch
forever blastin’ on b-tches, ’cause we show no kind of luv
i’m real and i’m down, but i dont f-ck wit’ you gigglin’ hoez

[verse 3: wild child]
rollin’ in my [?], goin’ on a ho-stroll
wit’ a big blunt [?] my throat, keep b-tch’ broke, ’cause i don’t love no hoez
’95, beepin’, check it in, makin’ my endz, f-ck a girlfriend
i need a b-tch to suck my d-ck, and other ho to keep me rich
i’m a p-l-a-y-e-r, and a pimp, so you the star
get you a job, and [?], make my money flow even harder
b-tch, it be the tootsie rollie hoez got me rollin’ on vogues
wild child gotta a pitiful smile, i don’t think you hoez know that (ain’t no love b-tch)
anyway, pimpin’ is here to stay, and while its here, a playa gonna stay paid
about you freaky-freaky b-tches; like to suck some d-ck
just go to the crib wit’ me and chill wit’ my f-ckin’ cl!ck
’cause it ain’t no love for you hoez in the ’95, ’cause what a n-gga want is ya throat and that m-o-n-e-y
i’mma g, thats why they comin’ to dirty [?] on wild child, because i’m breakin’ these b-tches badly
then the average pimp, [?] make good cheese
that [?] missile b-tch, tears up that p-ssy
and gimmie the chewin’, so i can shoot nut over your face
and when you get through suckin’ my d-ck, tell me how it taste
i wanna be called wild child when a ho is suckin’ my d-ck
i’d rather be called little dirt, now breakin’ em like sum sticks
i told ya once before all a n-gga wanna do is bust a nut
i’m audi ninety f-izz-ive, b-tches ain’t no f-ckin’ love
[chorus/outro: mac ramsey, ??, and ten wanted men]
forever blastin’ on b-tches, ’cause we show no kind of luv
f-ck a girl, f-ck a women, f-ck a trick, and f-ck a b-tch
forever blastin’ on b-tches, ’cause we show no kind of luv
i’m real and i’m down, but i dont f-ck wit’ you gigglin’ hoez

forever blastin’ on b-tches, ’cause we show no kind of luv
f-ck a girl, f-ck a women, f-ck a trick, and f-ck a b-tch

ain’t no love, b-tch
ain’t no love, b-tch
ain’t no love, b-tch
ain’t no love, b-tch
ain’t no love, b-tch

- ten wanted men

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