Bald Head Hoes Lyrics

Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Every where I go I see some bald head hoes
Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Gossipin', talkin' shit, bald head hoes

Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Every where I go I see some bald head hoes
Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Gossipin', talkin' shit, bald head hoes

Sick and tired of these bald head hoes, ole funky a*s hoes
Get my number then stop playin' on my muthaf**kin' phone
If you like my music bump that shit don't try to get in my business
Keep my name up out yo topics if they involved in gossipin'

I got my own life, most of y'all news is rumors
Tryin' to get me and my girl in a mix but y'all can't do shit to us
I rise above the jealousy and then take a vacation
To a place where blue water and sand is half the population

Then come back and have to hear it all over again
But that's okay the studio's here and plus I got my pen
Back to bald headed hoes, that is the way it goes
To the ones that wear the same outfit every time they go to court

Bitch get a f**kin' job, hoe get a f**kin' crib
Go get yourself some hair implants, better yet a f**kin' wig
They need some life straightnin', they keep procrastinatin'
Maybe Dr. Phill should do a show on bald headed hoes that's hatin'

Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Every where I go I see some bald head hoes
Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Gossipin', talkin' shit, bald head hoes

Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Every where I go I see some bald head hoes
Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Gossipin', talkin' shit, bald head hoes

I gotta get my hair done at the spot
'Cuz I can't be walkin' up in no beauty shop
Them hoes be in there talkin' all that goss
'Bout all the hoes and the cars they heard I got

'Cuz see I'ma low key man to begin with
Don't dress cla*sy but can bang any cla*sy chic
If I want shit I'ma, a big nigg even without the sets
Nappy head bitch keep your record out my mesh

Hoe you got me f**ked up askin' foe a check
I need to call Terminex, I think I got a pest
I need to tote a bigger gun and probably wear a vest
To fight off all these gold diggin' gobbers on the set

So you don't want me to use a rubber but I heard
You's a freak under cover, they call you Ms. Yeast
Man just f**ked her real name, Wokk Wokk, she's a sluter
But it's all good it's the juice man from the north
I got so much cheese I don't need a hoe

Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Every where I go I see some bald head hoes
Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Gossipin', talkin' shit, bald head hoes

Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Every where I go I see some bald head hoes
Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Gossipin', talkin' shit, bald head hoes