Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Break A Bitch Til I Die, artist - Tha Eastsidaz. Album song Duces 'N Trayz: The Old Fashioned Way, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.07.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Orchard
Song language: English
Break A Bitch Til I Die |
Pimp |
Its pimp shit, its pimp shit |
Nigga said his bitch took him to court for child support |
Its cheaper to keep her |
Cheaper to keep her |
Thats real talk |
Cheaper to keep her |
Thats real talk, its cheaper to keep her |
Now if you don’t think I know what the fuck I’m talkin bout |
(What you talkin bout?) |
Run down to the Dogg House, and see fo' yo own two eyes |
Bitches try to pull snake moves to get a piece of the pie |
Its impossible, to stop a ho |
So let her go, and get the dough |
Lead the way, or step aside |
Break a bitch till the day I die |
Check me out, no doubt, I flip the game and re-route |
I check her in wit Magic Man Juan, or Pimpin Ken |
I just got back from Milwaukee, the All-Star game |
Not the NBA nigga, I’m talkin real playa shit mayne |
Macks, ballas, hustlas, and prostitutes |
On the real my nig, you got to, got to get the loot |
And if you got to shoot to get the loot |
Then I guess you got to do what you gotta do |
But know this, fa sho this, its somethin for realler |
From a fifty cent nigga to a thousand dollar nigga |
Fuck George Bush, the army, and the G. I |
Nigga this P.I., until I D. I |
Now don’t get mad when you see me wit ya girlfriend |
She ridin shot gun, smokin the damn thang again |
Now say it ain’t true… |
Baby you gank em and play em it ain’t no ring on you |
That ain’t what I do, just because I spend time wit you |
Don’t really mean I’m lyin to you |
You got to understand what this young pimp will say |
Cause right about now, it ain’t no time for play |
Now watch me slap ya ass wit dicks, bitch |
You was stricly dickly, why you turn clitly |
Thats even better, now both of you bitches lick me |
Then I sit back and watch y’all eat pussy |
Kick off my feet and count my cheese |
Snoop this ain’t the XLF, this the P-I-M-P |
Look, she think she burned out |
Wait until I put her on the fast track and have her turned out |
P.I! |
Lil pretty skinny ass bitch, but she gotta monkey |
I know she suck dicks cause her lips nice and puffy |
But she got the wrong thought, kinda got me turned off |
Must be why she sweatin me, the ectasy she gon off |
For realler, ho don’t know I’m bout that scrilla |
I peel her like a sunkiss for comin wit that dumb shit (stupid bitch!) |
I keeps the P.I., poppin fa sho |
Other suckas tend to love em, we just cop em and blow |
Hoes come, hoes go, hoes runnin ya slow |
So keep her foot up in her ass, unless a dick in her throat |
Main grew bitch will go what I make ya do |
And keep ya eyes on my Stacys while I’m lacin you |
Ya like sex and shit, and gettin naked quick |
Ya lil wreckless bitch, so gon and check them chips |
And bring every penny back home and deck |
And pull a couple of mo' hoes you know that wanna get wrecked |