Don't Bite The D

歌詞

(Project pat) man, I'm tired of this shit you need to get yo shit, and get (La Chat) Fuck you, you get yo muthafuckin shit I don't give a fuck who name on the light bill yo muthafuckin ass up out of here (La Chat) Nigga, dem yo stank ass, dirty ass draws on the muthafuckin floor get dem dirty ass draws, and clothes (Project pat) ahh, you got me so mess up now, (La Chat) Nigga, you already mess up (Project pat)let me tell you something man, look all you (La Chat) yo name on the rent, I don't give a fuck, THIS MY SHIT, I RUN THIS (Project pat) WHAT, all you doing is cooking that burnt ass chicken, eating popcorn, and drinking, and drinking all damn day (La Chat) nigga, It fed yo muthafuckin ass, you ain't had no problem when you was eating the shit, lickin' yo fingers and shit (Project pat) man, you got me mess up! (La Chat) FUCK YOU! (chorus) (Project Pat) I don't need you anymore (that's right, that's right) So, you can get yo little ass out the door (that's right, that's right) Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho (that's right, that's right) Cause don't know ho, start no show (that's right, that's right) (La Chat) I got you hot, I'm at the top of the charts, so muthafuck ya Nigga you can get the fuck on, cause I don't love ya I don't want ya trick, fuck the hoes that you cheated wit Now, we ain't together, you be claiming, you ain't gotta a bitch Nigga please, know that you thought, that I would leave ya Nigga please, know that you thought, a bitch need ya Fuck you up, is for the good that I done left ya, man La Chat got ya sick, cause I'm moving on to better things Gotta nigga break down fuck me all against the wall Tell me that he love me, taking shopping sprees at the mall Clean my truck, keep yo son, boy, I'm out here living large When I'm on my tour, he be giving me his credit cards When I hit the door, we be fuckin on the kitchen floor He be eating my pussy, but of course you know you is the pro Fuckin up wit you, had me thinking dreams ain't true Now, sittin' here thinking, why the fuck I every fuck wit you (chorus) (Project Pat) I don't need you anymore (that's right, that's right) So, you can get yo little ass out the door (that's right, that's right) Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho (that's right, that's right) Cause don't know ho, start no show (that's right, that's right) (Project Pat) I'm have to holla back at cha, flip you like a spatula Turn you into a bachelorette and I'm a be a bachelor I'm a la spectacular, living like a macula No, fix hair, fresh clothes, you on crackula Dollars we can stackula, you wanted to actula Like you was the boss, and you suck me dry like Dracula You deserve a smackula, better yet a snapula Right across yo lips, work your hips on the trackula Fuck 'em til you sense-u-less, captin so ridiculous Never hear, what you say, cause you speaking gibberish You the bitch, yapping squaw, for some dick, on the stalk You done got your walking papers, now its time for you to walk Step on off and be a mom, dem yo kids I got none You at home feeding yo son, but I'm out having fun Riding clean smelling good, dipping in ya neighborhood Saw you at the mattabus, looking hard, wish ya could (chorus) (Project Pat) I don't need you anymore (that's right, that's right) So, you can get yo little ass out the door (that's right, that's right) Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho (that's right, that's right) Cause don't know ho, start no show (that's right, that's right) (Project Pat) I'm a gorilla on a ho-a, so BITCH don't you start The cap cock booty ho, and the every card Go steal a credit card, so we can play some paper You got a rumpshaker, now that's a moneymaker I'm mean a dummy breaker, don't be no instigator I'll beat the brakes on yo ass like the terminator I used to fuck, freaky slut, in the bo, bo (booty) I fired you, now you looking like some dodo A rudy poo poo, that what ya really is Ain't buying shit for dem rats, ho dem ain't my kids You come a crying back-a, the key is what you lack- a You drink some gasoline, I'm a bout to strike a match-a I don't got nothing for-a, see you and I ignore ya You used to be a vette (corvette), now you an old Explorer It ain't a thang you can do to get back in either You won't even get the privilege to suck peter (chorus) (Project Pat) I don't need you anymore (that's right, that's right) So, you can get yo little ass out the door (that's right, that's right) Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho (that's right, that's right) Cause don't know ho, start no show (that's right, that's right)