That's Her - Lyrics - Da Hole 9

[Hook x2: Kaos] She be by her damn self Derty cuz she tiiired She ain't go no time For these *** and they liiives She don't *** wit hoes cuz They drove and kuniiiiivin Yes'ir yes'ir yes'ir Yes'ir that's her [Verse 1: Kaos] There she is dime diva, miss Cinderella Hangin out wit all her fellas She ain't no female friends cuz all these hoes jealous Can't keep no *** cuz they can't keep up And Sunshine don't heard it all than 4 mo' peep-up She know the game inside, she know we all about Women and diamond, tryin to buy em, grind em and ride She got her own car, own crib and long as she got Fresh batteries she don't need a *** for *** (hell nah) She a workin woman, nickname Pumpkin, straight out the block In her 'Cedes bumpin, she roll pumpin Da Hol' 9's album She keeps it locked to this station becuz they cert'y heat and They hit you with live AC clubbin urry week She got her preference when she come to the club She tokes a burner in her purse and she keeps her own bud She's been called a scandalous, *** suckin *** *** say she trickin hella just cuz she the shiiit [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Kemo] Yeah, girl why don't you take a trip to myself Catch a flight, girl pay for the ticket Bring ya girlfriend baby we can kick it Take you away from everything wicked You may only think that I wanna do is stick it, shick it Create a little mischief, when I look at that *** make a *** Straight think about a buttermilk bis-CUIT! (yes'ir) You say you diggin my style but ain't been wit a *** in a while And I think you bullshittin, you say you don't put a *** *** in ya mouth (boy please!) Get the *** up out the pants, man *** about the last, *** that Ran up in that ***, would've been a laugh, eat *** Baby girl till you get a little taste (yes'ir yes'ir) See baby girl rollin in a Lexus, tellin Kemo he can't sex *** Look at the necklace, you can tell she don't want nuttin but the "best" *** She don't gotta roll solo no mo', Golo, rollin wit the Polo, suit Wit the matchin boots but you don't gotta call her no ho though What I need is a woman like you see, so we can kick it up like Bruce Lee Get the ***-y, in the movie, so much don't move me The *** you be lyin for? that's what this rhymes for You ain't got no time to be cryin for [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Kaos] She sick and tired of these *** wit all they hoes and they *** Thinkin when they get them digits, and smashin always when they visit *** be constantly trickin, off on they dicks on they missions But derty gon and admit it, you know she don't wanna kick iit.. So you thinkin you can smash, and get it to the pad So what's up wit that? (you ain't gettin no ***) You say she talkin trash, and you get mad Urry spot of that (you ain't gettin no ***) Ay derty take it from Kemo and Kriss Kreingle, she single Cuz she ain't never had a mandingo Pretty eyes, beautiful smile, thick thighs, could maybe bellon me Wit that belly ring and that baby hella fine ***, lips glossed, tat's wit them fly nails Pullin a wagon just like a *** Clydesdale *** constantly trickin, they be tryin to hit it daily It's obvious, why you don't kick it, *** steady hatin All these hoes keep yo name in they mouth like *** And urbody sayin who you done *** You've been called a scandalous, *** suckin *** *** say you trickin hella just cuz you the shiiit [Hook x2] [Kaos] You got these hoes always hatin on you... And *** steady tryin to get wit ya crew... You say you heard they can't take it wit you... Yes'ir yes'ir yes'ir Yes'ir that's her