We Don't Love 'em Lyrics - Mac

Yeah, KLC DJ Wop, it's all about them hoes 

I know my nigga, Wop don't love them hoes 

My nigga KL, he ain't loving them hoes 

My nigga Cult definitely ain't loving them hoes 

Do y'all know what's up with this Mac nigga, feel it 

To all the bitches, hoes and all that shit 

Running around with them tights on trying to find the tricks 

Running behind that dick chasing niggas with brand names 

I see you tight coming, you making it harder for the right woman 

Off in the club giving rappers a hug, trying to get some love 

Letting them put their hands on your glove 

Off in the limo you and that slim hoe, they hit the ass 

And let their partner and them know so now you on they demo 

They wrote a rhyme about cha 

They told the world how they got that out cha 

All up in the mouth too you with the groupie route boo 

They made you famous, your man's got to be your bitch 

He saw the video tape and said all man that ain't shit 

Instead of ending it he defending it, I'll give you that much 

Either he lame or your pussy is pure gold with diamond clusters 

But he a buster 'cause everybody fucked you 

But he the only one saying he love you, you's a 

Hoes, hoes, you know I'm 'bout them hoes hoes 

But I don't love them hoes, hoes, I'm way above them hoes, hoes 

Wop don't love them hoes, hoes, KL don't love them hoes, hoes 

Fiend don't love them hoes, hoes, Coonts don't love them hoes 

Check this out, hoes 

I seen her in the house in blue shaking her ass 

Winking her eye at every nigga who passed 

Trying to fell that glass put his pants back 

The ass fat but you asked backwards 

A trip with a simple effect even don't have to 

Simple things you be after you caught up in the rapture 

Me and my niggas point at you with laughter 

But get down or try to understand you world 

And what it did to make you such a shallow ass girl 

I know you laid with this nigga that you met last night 

You fucking him because his white Land Cruiser's looking tight 

Stroking, telling you that it was love at first sight 

But you don't realize that it was love for the night 

Now you at the crib crying, you sick of all them niggas lying 

But you the one that's doing all the lying 

Supplying the cat to all the niggas who be trying to mack 

On the Celia you wants to be real familiar 

Now back at the spot where the champagne pop 

You in the club corner getting wet in some rain drop 

It's common to you so you except it 

It's unknown how many niggas you done slept with 

We don't love them hoes, hoes 

We don't love them hoes, hoes, I'm way above them hoes, hoes 

I'm 'bout them hoes, check it hoes 

My nigga slim, I let them hoes know I'm from the 3rd yo 

My name is Macadon and I'll get all up in em' slow 

I gives a fuck I get bucked nigga what 

My nigga DJ Wop told me to let them niggas know 

What's up my girl Storm, she definitely in the house 

I'm from uptown so you niggas know I got all about