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Qveen Herby - All These Hoes Lyrics

Scannin' the room, did you forget talkin' to me?
Talkin' the loudest, but you ain't got nothin' to say
All the perfume could never cover yo' stank
Why you so fake? And why is it causin' me pain?
All of these hoes, all of these hoes

All these hoes, all these hoes
All these hoes are gettin' me down
All these hoes, all these hoes
All these hoes are gettin' me down

Say she stay in Bel Air, but she rentin' in the valley
Stayin' with the gossip, but Atm machine daddies
Tried to help her out but she always takin' advantage
You can not stand next to her, all of her body plastic
Don't know how she find the time to be someone else

She got that Cartier Fugazi, she stack 'em up
She always comin' with that line, "You should love yourself"
Can't even lie to you
Technically, she does it well

Scannin' the room, did you forget talkin' to me?
Talkin' the loudest, but you ain't got nothin' to say
All the perfume could never cover yo' stank
Why you so fake? And why is it causin' me pain?
All of these hoes, all of these hoes

All these hoes, all these hoes
All these hoes are gettin' me down
All these hoes, all these hoes
All these hoes are gettin' me down

I been out here killin', poppin' like an assassin
Don't know what's come over me
Lately, though, I be snappin'
All these hoes are famous and they don't have any talent
Chasin' all the trends, pretendin' to be Kardashian

I don't know how she find the time to be someone else
She got that Cartier Fugazi, she stack 'em up
She always comin' with that line, "You should love yourself."
Can't even lie to you
Technically, she does it well

All these hoes, all these hoes
All these hoes are gettin' me down
All these hoes, all these hoes
All these hoes are gettin' me down

Don't get it twisted on who this record is dissin'
You know I'm here for my women
Live for the movement, support each other
I get it, the problem is petty disses and issues
'Cause there's two different meanings
When callin' somebody, "bitches"
Throwin' shade, clappin' back, brush it off, and don't attack (nah)
All the drama make me sad
I got involved now I feel bad
I know the irony is hittin' me so hard
All these hoes got me needin' more Botox

Scannin' the room, did you forget talkin' to me?
Talkin' the loudest, but you ain't got nothin' to say
All the perfume could never cover your stank
Why you so fake? And why is it causin' me pain?
All of these hoes, all of these hoes

All these hoes, all these hoes
All these hoes are gettin' me down
All these hoes, all these hoes
All these hoes are gettin' me down