Hoes Up Hoes Down Lyrics


Hoes Up Hoes Down Tiktok Song Lyrics By Omarion. Hoes up, hoes down, all I gotta do is smile (hey) You ain’t want me back then, but I bet you want me now Body going crazy, he want me to have his child F^^^ng with them hoes, yeah, I heard you get around.

Hoes Up Hoes Down Tiktok Song Lyrics

Omarion (hey!)And yo chick (tell you what)Yo chick(Mustard on the beat, ho)Remix!

Pull up to the club and it go up (go up)Make your girl fall in love when I show up (whoop! Whoop!)It’s not my fault she want to know me (hey!)She told me you was just a homie

Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ upI said, this is the remixLet’s go!

If yo n^^a come close to meI’ma make him eat this p^^y appropriatelyLike hmm, cheerios la-laPut that Foxy Brown in his face, ill na na (uh, uh)F^^k the rumors, got the hoes with meI’m a pimp by blood, it ain’t no coaching meWho? Yeah, they know it’s meHe a rapper but I make that n^^a sing to me (oh, woah)Like oh, I’m here, this is my yearI ain’t going back, my old life is done (I ain’t going back)Boss: a name I call myselfSlap a p^^y n^^a talking out of tongue (what up?)Yeah, yeah, that’s how it goes with me (yeah, yeah)I just got a check upAnd ain’t no hoe with me (ain’t no hoe in my blood)VIP bottles over DOn the couch got ’em all throwin’ fours with me (hold up)Hoes up, hoes down, all I gotta do is smile (hey)You ain’t want me back then, but I bet you want me nowBody going crazy, he want me to have his childF^^^ng with them hoes, yeah, I heard you get aroundWhisper him in the ear, tell him, “I want it now”He said, “Stop talking all that freaky shitAin’t tryna get aroused” (yeah)That’s how it’s post to be, yeahThat’s how it’s post to be, yeah, woah

If your chick come close to meShe ain’t going home when she post to be (oh yeah)I’m getting money like I’m post to be (yeah, yeah)I’m getting money like I’m post to beOoh, all my n^^^as close to meAnd all them other n^^^as where they post to beOoh, the hoes go for meHave your chick send a pic like pose for meOoh, that’s how it post to beOoh, yeah, that’s how it post to beOoh, yeah, that’s how it post to beOoh, everything good like it post to be

They about to take your phone, just see (yup!)I don’t need no hoes exposin’ me (nah)Ain’t another n^^a cold as me (yup!)Ain’t another n^^a cold as me (cold as me, woo!)And I’m living like a movie (woo!)Pretty women in the jacuzzi (woo!)The way she kissing on her friend, do she even like men?My n^^^a she could have fooled meI be tryna chill, stay tight (yea)But they all want some, can you blame ’em? (Can you blame ’em?)Want their walls decorated, rearranged‘Cause a n^^^a handsome, wealthy, famousWho gives a f^^k what they say, he say, she say?Hey Trey, ain’t ya hear Jhené say (what?)But he gotta eat the booty like groceries (whoop!)You know how wild I beHad that p^^y like, “Clean up on aisle 3”Had that p^^y like, “Slow down, whoa now, please” (please)Every time I go down, go down like sheesh (I make ’em do it!)They know my name, I ain’t even gotta say it (oh)Put it to rest every time a n^^ga lay (woah)Ain’t another n^^ga cold as meButt, butt, butt naked is what you’re post to be

AMG kit on the Benz (skrrt)You got home girls, I got friends (yeah)Y’all should all come to the houseGet all topless then let’s go swimming (splash)I just made a million like it’s post to be (post to be)That’s just the beginning like it’s post to be (oh yeah)Pocket rockets stay real close to me (bang, bang)And a new b^^h stay close to me (oh)Oh, she a hoe to me (hoe to me)We don’t love hoes, how it’s post to beOoh she did some blow off me (post to be, yeah)Told her I don’t f^^k around, I just blow the treeOoh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Dolla $ign)

If your chick come close to meShe ain’t going home when she post to be (oh yeah) (Dolla $ign)I’m getting money like I’m post to be (yeah, yeah)I’m getting money like I’m post to be (oh)Ooh, all my n^^^as close to meAnd all them other n^^^as where they post to be (post to be)Ooh, the hoes go for me (yeah)Have your chick send a pic like pose for me (oh, no, no)Ooh, that’s how it post to beOoh, yeah, that’s how it post to be (rollin’ 6, ladies, put your hands in the sky right now)Ooh, yeah, that’s how it post to be (it’s the boss)Ooh, everything good like it post to be

Dead or alive, sayin’ boss top 5 (ugh!)Let my top down just to throw the rock sign (woo!)Not Jigga, Jay Dilla and the Pharcyde (what?)I’m the realest, disagreeing with a Glock 9 (damn)But f^^^in’ with us, so he had to get the Benz truck (woah)Cutting corners, lil ni^^a f^^k your rims up (yeah)She can’t f^^k with me, she say she rock with Wale (haha)Double M we throw them alley oops, that’s all day (swish)Westside, it’s going down at the Polo Lounge (ugh!)Half pound for my rounds just to go around (woo!)Copy paste, tweez ni^^as even ’bout that slangBlack bottle in the sky, free Gucci Mane (woo!)

Ooh, if your chick come close to meOoh,, she ain’t going home when she post to be, oh, yeahI’m getting money like I’m post to be (oh yeah)I’m getting money like I’m post to be, getting moneyOoh, all my ni^^as close to me, yeahAnd all them other ni^^as where they post to be, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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