Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Bite The D, artist - C-WizAlbum song Mixtape: The Appeal, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.11.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hypnotize Minds
Song language: English
Don't Bite The D |
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) |