Don’t Bite The D

(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! 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

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 it's 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

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
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)