Handcuffin' them Hoes (feat. Jim Jones)

Ghostface Killah

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    [Ghostface Killah]
    Yeah, yeah
    Yeah I cheat and I fuck other bitches
    Y'all just lame sucker-for-love ass niggaz
    Su.F.L.A.N! Go ahead and spell it out
    I gets my love game on without a doubt
    My girl know I'm live (yeah) point blank period
    Handcuffin them hoes y'all can't be serious
    You ain't cut from the right cloth, fuck your rag
    One word in your bitch ear, she all in the bag
    Give a fuck if that's your broad, she shouldn't be out
    We in the club lookin to put somethin fat in her mouth
    Easy! Hold on, I see a fox comin
    Between now and a few hours I'll be up in her stomach
    And I ain't even gotta be dipped
    I pull out my pocket too Sloppy Joe, mixed this thick
    You ever try foldin a brick?
    Tryin to shove hundred dollar bills in your jeans and half of it rip?
    We them Staten Island boys, intelligent thugs
    9 out of 10 times yeah we lookin to fuck
    And y'all already word know what it is
    On some Teena Marie shit, nucca, I'm talkin square biz
    What?

    [Chorus: Ghostface]
    Y'all need to stop handcuffin them hoes
    Comin in the club handcuffin them hoes
    You don't even know 'em handcuffin them hoes
    Cuffin them hoes, cuffin them hoes

    [Jim Jones - talking over Chorus at first]
    Whassup Ghost?
    Westhaven
    Sucker! I hear you Ghost
    Jones!

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    F.EM.L, Fuck 'em and we leave 'em (I'm gone)
    P-I-M-P, treat 'em like we great 'em (ya hear that?)
    Shit, treat 'em like we don't need 'em
    Cause after we fuck 'em out the phone we delete 'em (doop doop)
    Leave 'em for them suckers, let them other niggaz keep 'em (you can have her)
    They keep 'em to the point that we don't see 'em (where'd she go?)
    Shit, but the bitches need freedom
    They wanna come outside and start freakin (AOW!)
    Jumpin on dick like they leapin (watch it) it's Leap Year [laughin]
    She disappearin for the weekend (where she went?!)
    So hell yeah she starts creepin
    You had her locked up like she was livin in precinct (prisoner!)
    She want a gangster, nigga youse a weakling
    She wanna ride fast in the cars while we chiefin (vroom vroom)
    Just cause you was cuffin the hoe
    I had fucked her one time now I'm duckin this hoe
    Please in your mind, never drop a dime but
    Damn, ain't that some shit?
    And I just wanted to have a good time
    Now I got a hoe on my line, buggin!
    Slow down

    [Chorus]

    [Jim Jones - over Chorus]
    Stop cuffin these hoes
    Stop cuffin these hoes

    [Chorus]

    [Jim Jones - over Chorus]
    Stop cuffin these hoes
    Stop cuffin these hoes
    Let her go!

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    Composición: Bank, D Lamb, Jim Jones y Lewis Steven Chino Maurice

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