Lyrics K.Y.H.O.M.P.B - Andre Nickatina, Smoov-E, Smoove

K.Y.H.O.M.P.B - Andre Nickatina, Smoov-E, Smoove
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song K.Y.H.O.M.P.B, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song The King and Mr. Biscuits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.11.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fillmoe Coleman
Song language: English

K.Y.H.O.M.P.B

Exotic clubs full body rubs
under the table lap dances for the thugz
hugz n kisses to all you bitches
the onces who gettin down n relentless
Hoes with ass n big ol titties
bitches be the same in different cities
some act shitty some be turnt out
but gettn paid be what its all about
some seek perfection
some won' tell ya when they got infections
love for the hoes that have my skrilla
ain’t scared to ride the dick of a killa
Let a nigga get up in the back like woof woof
we can take it the motel cash up front
we can take it to the back seat if ya want
dont trip jus watch your scratch she got that game from a big ol mac
bitch keep a strap and be down to jack
aint nothin worse that a bitchwitha gat
fine as fuck but dont let that fool ya
that that hoe that ll truely do ya
thought ya knew you just cant trust none
peep the game as the bitch try to run
dont be so dumb that you can’t look past them proper titties n all that ass
ragglin that’s what I call it ragglin she done stole ya wallet
pop ya colla like a bull whip
let the he know youll bust her lip
E let em know what the know about dis?
Keep your hand out my pockets bitch
My wallets closed you don get this money?
Bumpin smoov-e on the headphones
Had the ass in the air on the firstnight
got wet when she heard my breah on the mic
I did not know not callin back would make you cry
she left the room stankin like tuna on rye
e’s breezy hes not like not like sony fuck phonys
trick keeps em let get lonely
montanna ton n them good fellaz
big breasted hoes n all those bank tellas
always with they hands in someone elses cash
couldn’t stack a dollah to save their ass
pass one say i should roll a j
but you say i should knock it
broke out the backwood pack from my pocket
get wit it
you got infectionz
persuade the man push in the wrong directions
turnt out thats what I call it
turnt out bitch jus smoked your chronic
trust is one of things you just can’t have along wit the number to my cell phone
cause bitch you bad
glad to see you go
gunna blow my friends stay around and make some endz
19 to put the shit togetha sex fiendz ain’t nothin but pleasure
smoove keep ya dick addicted solace keep ya constricted
reek daddy ull bust ya lip jackot hypnotized ya bitch
pat rich done laid the law and nicky got tricky n laced em all
(Andre Nickatina)
Some of these hoes tryna count my figgas
whene i clown em the run n get they niggas
cuz hoe im just like a jaguar
get served so superb in a bad car
follow me hoe ya come follow me
smoke a little weed now ya wanna swallow me
talking like a square freak on the phone
I had to hit the pussy with the lights on
actin real bad with your friends n shit
all in our ear sayin call you a bitch
mackn is somethin that i don’t sweat
I’m a pieces hoe imma get ya wet check
I’mma rat jus lookin for cheddar
you got a bad bitch?
nigga mines way betta
Bitch yous a bitch n
Everything about you is a bitch
don’t stop bein that bitch, bitch
Actin like a fool on a motorolla celly
didn’t take much for me to get her to the telly
clown suit ready she had ta have fetty now I’m bout ta treat her like blow job
betty
Ass is something that’s mandatory
she didn’t have no ass that’s the end a story
unless her pockets got hella loot but she still gotta be like hella cute
punk bitch
(JackPot)
I run game on the ducks and the bad bitch ass
better have hash if they ain’t got cash
I’m mad now its time to improvise
rely on mygame to keep em hypnotized
I’m chargin n bitch I ain’t cheep
wear your hot pants or im cummin wit heat
jackpot
they thought they knew
keep the game sacred only spittin clues
only givin rules to the hoes that choose
and if they aint double down man I cut em loose
like that and reinstate my draft
so many hoes and so paths
can you sell a whore a dream in a paragraph?
make the bitch cry then make her laugh?
you gotta be a sav under all conditions
keep the bitch sprung with her dick addiction
maybe that bitch need dick restriction
cut her ass off!
till she learn to listen
watch her come beggin for her old position
purse wide open for the playa she missin
but bitch!
you aint worth your change n
ain’t nothin you can do about this playboys game
no names!
cuz your just a number
september pussy like an indian summer
thats it that hot sauce shit
caught her as playn keep sprung on the dick
jacpot!
spit one more rhyme
but only for the playz on uphill climb
want grind!
and dontcha fall behind
keep ya hand in her pocket if ya donate time
(Pat Rich)
Let the boss hit the crown
clown
Put my bad hands up and lay the smack handdown
Which one should I choose I got nuttin ta loose
but imma make that descion after I hit this booze
fuckin pimp slap that bitch to the curb
had her hand in my pocket tryin ta gank my herb
I’m get live damn this colt 45
sock this punk ass bitch in the eye
crazy scandlous bitch
thats what i call it tryin to run that game on this alcoholic
thought you knew?
sorry hoes get nathan
observe this pimp game demonstration
haters get mad shit they drawers
when they found out pat rich done fucked they broad
check this hoe need to check that trick
keep your hand out my pocket bitch
wanna ride my dick?
wanna sport my chain?
wanna floss my ride?
you hoes insane
Take a listen Tramp Bitch
Dip the 6 with the hardcore tint pearl paint straight sick
Fuck no!
rather take your trick ass to the mo
hit that assn kick that little trick ass to the door
Bust the flows keep fuckin all your hoes
spit some motherfuckin game like I did before
I know ya wanna ride with Pat rich dont cha?
hit that ass n find out I dont even want cha
call ya a striaght up bitch
ain’t funny no money all you gettin is DICK!
(Solace)
I be the blitzin lineback
Comin out the blindsite motherfucker spot crack
Can’t nobody fuck with the razorback
be the bitch I miss?
heres my 8 3 lac straight bad actin playa so crass
foul mouth clown with that bitches ass
survived a straight up catastrophe
with her long fucked up family history
got her way too bitter
fucked by the babysitter
never understood why pops always hit her
now the shit got her actin like a great white shark
got one kid she could care less about
while she peepin out put yer dick in her mouth
picture frames ashtrays vcrs
catch your ass slippin its all in her car
but not me
my baby strips hoes like a boa
I’ll swallow up that whole hoodrat real slow
sledge hammer striaght fuck em all through the floor
and if you didnt know then bitch now you know
about these hoe contentions i failed to mention
droppin from the back tuggin on your extensions
so pay attention, trick, before you come see me
better recognize this motherfuckin pure bread pit
cuz i’ll lockem up so keep ya damn hand out my pocket
I give a fuck I’ll rip your whole arm outta socket
so what you think you got you better check it
cuz i got some killer hoe snipers strapped with high powered grounders
that won’t hesitate to put an end to the shady
but I got love for all you down ass ladies
that scared to jock a sav
yeah your good for fuckin
and all you wanna be hard to get hookers keep truckin
cuz the fool is back I got the #1 deffense gaurdin my scratch
(outro)
pretty little whore found out we gon do some bussiness
do some bussiness
cound’t find them anywhere on the great net so I tried lol

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Artist lyrics: Andre Nickatina
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