Keep yo bytch lyrics

Artist  : Threat 
Song : Keep yo bytch
 
(Tim Smooth)
This hoe is small as a gnat off an elephant back
I'm tellin' ya that, BITCH, and what's a pebble
of crack?
The fact stands as it is, we did, fuck a few
times
On and on, but the broad, start tryin' to make me
do lines
And I'm spooked, round them dopehead hoes
May molest 'em, but can't lay next to, no red
nose
No old man was mentioned, but since you did, I
know now
That our squabble's over, partna, go check ya hoe
now
'Fore I, take this as violatin'
Cuz you makin' my ear hurt
Puttin' in sheer work, behind this bitch you peel
dirt
That lil' skirt got'cha too hot, fahrenheit
Done burned your brain cells boy, that bitch
ain't no Karyn White!
She ain't super, she super-stupid
It's in her genes to jump out of her jeans, her
Mom used to do it
You is a fool for not knowin' she hoein'
This hoe actually done seen more fuck scenes than
Janet Jacme
Ask me how I know?  I'ma show ya tape
That I made on that bitch 'fore that pussy got
chaffed
Take the footage, the bitch and all her bastards
Jump in yo booty, hop in the BMW and just ride
the fuck out
You could have her

Chorus (B.B. Gunn):

Nigga you could keep your bitch
Cuz I don't want her, I don't want her
This bitch ain't hittin' no shit
So I don't need her, I don't need her

(2x)

(Hasheem)
These bitches ain't no good, but these niggas a
trip
They goin' all out for these hoes, even though
they ain't bout shit
You think she's champ?  Look at them knobby
knees, she be wearin'
Done spent up all your change on a frame of Donna
Karan
Starin' at them titties when she step on the
scene
Her smile is seen, but I know she bout that
green, I got's to play to kick
 
Flip her my number
While you wonder who she smilin' at
Lil' girl next day I'm bout a half a mile and
yards of cat
Phone calls everyday, while she say she lovin' me
Fantasies of when she rubbin' me
Dreams about when she suckin' me
Boy, I might look good with my dick inside
I bet she never gave you head, like she gave me
in my ride
Cutie Pie got them thighs and I be massagin' 'em
up
Me and my niggas in them guts, while you lovin'
them sluts
That bitch no good, but that pussy hoe good
It feel so good, when I give her all this dick,
send her home
And I'm gone nigga

Chorus

(Threat)
Now I was told a bitch ain't worth a dollar in
dimes, by the figures players
First nigga to holler while loungin' is probably
haters
Captain Savers they cater these hoes, follow the
guidelines
Blind, but on the low this hoe, followin' time
It's spent, swallowin' nine inches of dick with
no benefits
Limit to game, these niggas don't know what they
up against
The beautiful change is meant to fuck with your
jingles nigga
The bitch in my stable, best believe I'm seein'
ten-figures
Stackin' gin, convential, niggas avoidin' the
subject
I'm lookin' to be broke off proper, and open this
bitch to the public
Fuck it, think nothin' of it
These hoes get dick like Butkus
Out the clutches best be my ducketts
Hoe I'm causin' a ruckus
Game is not to be touched, my spit is quick and
legit
The bitch ain't makin' no chips or lickin' no
dick
She ain't hittin' no shit, fa sho, she got'z to
go
Out tha door partna, take that hoe
Man keep that bitch!

Chorus