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Don't Bite the D
4,392
Hip-Hop/Rap
Don't Bite the D was released on November 4, 2003 by Hypnotize Minds as a part of the album Mix Tape: The Appeal
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Release DateNovember 4, 2003
LabelHypnotize Minds Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

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Lyrics

Man, I'm tired of this shit
You need to get yo shit, and get
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
****, them yo' stank ass, dirty ass draws on the muthafuckin' floor
Get them dirty ass draws, and clothes
Ahh, you got me so mess up now
****, you already mess up
Let me tell you something man, look all you
Yo name on the rent, I don't give a fuck, this my shit, I run this
What, all you doing is cooking that burnt ass chicken
Eating popcorn, and drinking, and drinking all damn day
****, It fed yo muthafuckin' ass, you ain't had no
Problem when you was eating the shit, lickin' yo' fingers and shit
Man, you got me mess up!
Fuck you!
I don't need you anymo' (That's right, that's right)
So, you can get yo' little ass out the do' (That's right, that's right)
Don't every bite the dick that feeds you hoe (That's right, that's right)
'Cause don't know hoe, start no show (That's right, that's right)
I got you hot, I'm at the top of the charts, so muthafuck ya
**** you can get the fuck on, 'cause I don't love ya
I don't want ya trick, fuck the hoes that you cheated with
Now, we ain't together, you be claiming, you ain't gotta a bitch
**** please, know that you thought, that I would leave ya
**** please, know that you thought, a bitch need ya
Fuck you up, is for the good that I done left ya, mayne
La Chat got ya sick, 'cause I'm moving on to better thangs
Gotta **** 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 with you, had me thinking dreams ain't true
Now, sittin' here thinking, why the fuck I every fuck with you?
I don't need you anymo' (That's right, that's right)
So, you can get yo' little ass out the do' (That's right, that's right)
Don't every bite the dick that feeds you hoe (That's right, that's right)
'Cause don't know hoe, start no show (That's right, that's right)
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, them yo kids, I got none
You at home feeding yo son, but I'm out having fun
Riding clean, smelling good, dipping in ya neighbourhood
Saw you at the mattabus, looking hard, wish ya could
I don't need you anymo' (That's right, that's right)
So, you can get yo' little ass out the do' (That's right, that's right)
Don't every bite the dick that feeds you hoe (That's right, that's right)
'Cause don't know hoe, start no show (That's right, that's right)
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's 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 about 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 anymo' (That's right, that's right)
So, you can get yo' little ass out the do' (That's right, that's right)
Don't every bite the dick that feeds you hoe (That's right, that's right)
'Cause don't know hoe, start no show (That's right, that's right)
Written by: Tyree Simmons
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