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| Luniz Lunitik Muzik Handcuff Your Hoes (Chorus: The Luniz) Handcuff your hoes, the girl is yours Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes (Numskull) This rap here goes to all you player haters Hand cuff your hoes, that goes to all you Captain Save-Hers Me, my major industries gold teeth and diamonds Been grindin' for nine and half years now I'm rhymin' Reclinin' meal tickets couldn't be lookin' me in the eye I'm sigh now, clown that ass like Saturday Night Live (WHHHYYYY!) Because I'm all between they wife's thighs But all jokes aside I yoke the ride and roll the weed up at the same time While I drive I cross my heart and hope to die Hella high, it's the mobb blowin' greenery till we die So haters do me a favor, handcuff your briide I creep through when your husband's at the job Many hunners got players, baby mammas feedin' me all kinds of hibachi shrimp and I don't even rock Versacci pimpin dudes But when I'm through, you never knew I touched her Got her screamin loud as hell like Chris Tucker (aaaaah!) Handcuff your hoes (The Luniz) When I step in the house (niggas snatch they hoes up quickly) Niggas start breakin' out (cause they all wanna get with me) Cause they know they hoes ain't faithful (and my eyes is on them all) And I'll snatch them if I'm able (hey, put this lighter on the balls) Olly-olly-oxenfree, don't hesitate to give your hoes to me (Numskull) Uh, I'm used to stabbin' top notch and border coochies Just big booty, firm casabas, preferably groupies (WITH BIG THIIIGHS!) Makin' em ride they self up the wall easy Off the expecting them, feel breezy Do me a favor, take your hoes (HOME) Before you find your breezy (GONE) It'll be for life, only players when I'm beerin' at I want the better things in life Nice, he ain't hearin' that I ain't the nigga to be buyin' bitches clothes they know that and still keep So handcuff your hoes (handcuff your hoes) (Chorus: The Luniz) Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours Handcuff your hoes, the girl is yours Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes (your hoes) (Yukmouth) Hey Mrs. Big Butt (why you always cry?) She fight all the time (Oh my, my, my) He's been cheatin' on you, but don't worry, please dry your eyes Just take a ride with smoke-a-lot, the master of high (HOW HIIGGH!), high enough to kiss the sky, on the real I wonder why beautiful girls date fat guys He must got his cape on tight, oh look up in the sky (WHHHYYY!), now that's a Captain Save-Her fo' sure Me being like that no, no, no, no, no I know some hoes don't want to be a dumb-dummy but don't play around and disrespect my money Like a gun I'll take you away And if you niggas act a fool, I'll spray you with the AK Just let me take the hoe (and go peacefully) Let me skip into the sunset (like tweed-de-lee-de-lee) I like to come and so do you If you can take one nut then you can take two And it's true, we likes to party (TO PARTY!) We likes to party (Chorus: The Luniz) Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes (your hoes) Handcuff your hoes, the girl is yours Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes (your hoes), I'm breezy |
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