"Ask Dem Hoes" lyrics
4:30 back, 4:30 death
(What's good, yo?)
Good, I can't stand you need to
The way you treat all your people
And how I was never really enough
But it's alright, mama
I'm still on your side, mama (Please let me live)
I love you too, Lord, too much
And don't say it's mines, mama
I already know you lyin', mama
I don't mind as long as we still fuckin', yeah
Bitch, I just want you in my hands
I just want you without pants
Hope that ain't too much to
Ask them hoes, ask them hoes, yeah, ask them hoes
Ask them hoes, ask them hoes, bitch, ask them hoes
If that shit wasn't 'bout none
When you asked for that lil' petty-ass money
I would've dropped that shit in your account
And not said nothin' but you wanna argue, uh
I'm not with the bankin' folk
I'm not with no long talk
I don't get into cuddles
Or into fuck shit just to end up lost
Makin' me seem like a hater
Switch your hair, ask what I thought
What I thought, you so bored you cut your head to a bob (so what?)
Bitch, that shit lil' trash to fuck
That shit lil' ass is in
Bring your whole head back to them, for real (you really tried)
Your new man mad as hell
Y'all see me out at live
That's our whole next argument, for real (ha)
Damn, you thought that grass was green as shit
Probably the greenest shit you did
Pff, keep you in my prayers, bitch, for real
Could've been standin' right here
Could've helped you face your fears
But instead of FaceTime, Izzy's (I know who did that)
Ask them hoes, ask them hoes, yeah, ask them hoes
Ask them hoes, ask them hoes, bitch, ask them hoes
Boy, that shit wasn't 'bout nothin'
When you asked for that lil' petty-ass money
I would've dropped that shit in your account
And not said nothin' but you wanna argue, uh
For real, bitch
Good, I can't stand you need to
The way you treat all your people
And how I was never really enough
But it's alright, mama
I'm still on your side, mama
I'm probably too loyal too much
And don't say it's mines, mama
I already know you lyin', mama
'Cause all my lovers, we still fuckin', yeah
Bitch, I just want you in my hands
I just want you without pants
Hope that ain't too much to
Ask them hoes, ask them hoes, ask them hoes
Ask them hoes, ask them hoes, ask them hoes
(Hey)
And I can't stay (4:30, 4:30)
(Ooh)
And I can't stay
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
And I can't stay
(What's good, yo?)
Good, I can't stand you need to
The way you treat all your people
And how I was never really enough
But it's alright, mama
I'm still on your side, mama (Please let me live)
I love you too, Lord, too much
And don't say it's mines, mama
I already know you lyin', mama
I don't mind as long as we still fuckin', yeah
Bitch, I just want you in my hands
I just want you without pants
Hope that ain't too much to
Ask them hoes, ask them hoes, yeah, ask them hoes
Ask them hoes, ask them hoes, bitch, ask them hoes
If that shit wasn't 'bout none
When you asked for that lil' petty-ass money
I would've dropped that shit in your account
And not said nothin' but you wanna argue, uh
I'm not with the bankin' folk
I'm not with no long talk
I don't get into cuddles
Or into fuck shit just to end up lost
Makin' me seem like a hater
Switch your hair, ask what I thought
What I thought, you so bored you cut your head to a bob (so what?)
Bitch, that shit lil' trash to fuck
That shit lil' ass is in
Bring your whole head back to them, for real (you really tried)
Your new man mad as hell
Y'all see me out at live
That's our whole next argument, for real (ha)
Damn, you thought that grass was green as shit
Probably the greenest shit you did
Pff, keep you in my prayers, bitch, for real
Could've been standin' right here
Could've helped you face your fears
But instead of FaceTime, Izzy's (I know who did that)
Ask them hoes, ask them hoes, yeah, ask them hoes
Ask them hoes, ask them hoes, bitch, ask them hoes
Boy, that shit wasn't 'bout nothin'
When you asked for that lil' petty-ass money
I would've dropped that shit in your account
And not said nothin' but you wanna argue, uh
For real, bitch
Good, I can't stand you need to
The way you treat all your people
And how I was never really enough
But it's alright, mama
I'm still on your side, mama
I'm probably too loyal too much
And don't say it's mines, mama
I already know you lyin', mama
'Cause all my lovers, we still fuckin', yeah
Bitch, I just want you in my hands
I just want you without pants
Hope that ain't too much to
Ask them hoes, ask them hoes, ask them hoes
Ask them hoes, ask them hoes, ask them hoes
(Hey)
And I can't stay (4:30, 4:30)
(Ooh)
And I can't stay
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
And I can't stay
Writer(s): Richard O'Neil Burrell
