Featuring Kevin Gates & Nate Howard
Prod. By D Mile & Peter Lee John
(Intro)
Today I woke up by the shore
Waves like heads with the brush that stroke forward
On a canvass blank and the memories washed away by tides
She rides… back and forth
As I stroke back and forth and mornings with window views make side of her freedom coming true
I paint…
She walks my window pane
Touching all her pain
I write metaphors for her legs
Spread like rubies, I lay similes on her breast
Living a dream, hope out of her eye, shining beams
Light’s bright star, feel like we can’t remember
I kiss her forehead but for ahead just so breakfast has its warning
On these mornings by the shore
Score by the sound that’s played in the violins of her hair
Blue by shallow fears
Swallows prides
I see the paintings of her footprints on the kitchen floor
And find she lives in this Beach House 2
(These Hoes)
These hoes (Dolla $ign)
Be playin games for nothin
These hoes (Dolla $ign)
These hoes
So these hoes be playin games for nothing
(These hoes)
These hoes
So these hoes be playin games for nothing
So these hoes be playin games for nothing
These hoes
Is you ready?
(Verse)
You found that rubber in the trashcan
I say when the fuck did you become the trashman?
Girl, I never made you any promises
Never said that we will be monogamous
Matter fact, what’s up with the threesome?
You got all these bad bitches walkin where you want
(Hook)
These hoes be playin games for nothing
These hoes… These hoes
So these hoes be playin games for nothing
These hoes…
(Verse)
You gon accept that I reject it
Yea, say yes don’t say go
You fuck with me, you the shit girl, don’t forget it
Oh yea
Mm girl, them nigga was a buster
I beat that nigga up, you left him up with nothing
And if I stop fore I can get through
You’d probably try the same nigga
(Hook)
These hoes be playin games for nothing
These hoes… These hoes
So these hoes be playin games for nothing
These hoes…
(Verse)
Yea lord I’m imported
Monogamy’s monotony
Different forms of pornography in a new apartment
Photography starrin
Apologize to who? For once we be drivin a foreign
I was broke, I was boring
Out when the droppin martini
Chocolate designer my whip
Try some where yo partner is
Fly back but you adapt
Promise, I promise no better
Scream while I’m pullin yo hair
Playin games but nothing’s funny
Maybe I’m startin to care
(Hook)
These hoes be playin games for nothing
These hoes… These hoes
So these hoes be playin games for nothing
These hoes…