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This is for the hoes in the ghetto The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto This is for the hoes in the ghetto The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto This is for the hoes in the ghetto The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto This is for the hoes in the ghetto The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto Is it love that I'm feeling, or a feeling of lust? All the sweet things that I speak when I must It's not a matter of fact, but an issue of trust And the feeling that gets released when I bust sooo... Please believe me when I whisper a kiss When you're getting pissed over things that I did When I'm coming home, and you're laying in rose petals Going down to my level, going for the gold medal I need you like a needle, my greed seems to be evil But please don't think I'm pleasing that ass like other people Have you wet in the panties like back in preschool Doing stunts like Knievel, now you down on your knees, fool I got respect for the blondes and brunettes And the jet black hair going down to your neck SongtexteAnd when it comes to sex, you know it's lights off I'm like a sniper riffle with the fucking sights off And uh, I'll love you Wednesday but not the next day I'm having sex with your mama and your best friend... HEY Let's keep it simple, a pimp with a dick and dimples And a baby face, maybe these traits make me a sex symbol This is for the hoes in the ghetto The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto This is for the hoes in the ghetto The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto This is for the hoes in the ghetto The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto This is for the hoes in the ghetto The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto Getting raw, I'm massaging your tits Make you forget for a minute I'm a misogynist prick A superficial pimp, kissing your lips, gripping your hips It's none of your business where it's been, long as it fits I ain't rich, but bitch, I can afford it Kick your ass out of bed to fix me breakfast in the morning I can't remember your name, and I apologize A dime-a-dozen, if you're looking for loving, you got the wrong guy Too much stress, too many pregnancy tests Too many ladies writing 8e's name on they chest Claiming it's my baby, don't be taking my check We only had oral sex, give this villain a rest The moral of the story is I'm pompous, obnoxious There's nothing in my wallet Have you digging in your father's pockets It's common knowledge that you're all about fucking So quit fronting, I ain't fucking for nothing YA DUMB BITCH! This is for the hoes in the ghetto The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto This is for the hoes in the ghetto The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto This is for the hoes in the ghetto The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto This is for the hoes in the ghetto The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto Aus Songtexte Mania