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K.Y.H.O.M.P.B
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K.Y.H.O.M.P.B adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Fillmoe Coleman Records tarafından 16 Kasım 2010 tarihinde yayınlandıThe King and Mr. Biscuits
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Çıkış Tarihi16 Kasım 2010
FirmaFillmoe Coleman Records
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Valence
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Enerji
BPM119

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Exotic clubs whole body rubs
Under the table lap dances for the thugs
Hugs and kisses to all you bitches
The ones who get down been now relentless
Hoes with ass and big ol' titties
Bitches be the same in different cities
Some act saditty some be turned out
But gettin' me paid is what it's all about
Some seek perfection, use protection
Some won't tell ya when they got infections
Love for the hoes that have my scrilla
Ain't scared to ride the dick of a killa
Let a **** get up in the back like (Woo-woo)
Anyway you want it young dog like (Woo-woo)
You can take it the motel cash up front
You can take it to the back seat if ya want
Don't trip just watch your scratch
She got that game from a big ol' mac
Bitch keep a strap and be down to jack
Ain't nothin' worse that a bitch with a gat
Fine as fuck but don't let that fool ya
That's that hoe who'll truly do ya
Thought ya knew you just can't trust none
Peep the game as the bitch try to run
Don't be so dumb that you can't look past
Them proper titties and all that ass
Raggly that's what I call it
Raggly bitch she done stole ya wallet
Pop ya collar like a bull whip
Let the hoe know you'll bust her lip
E, let 'em know what they know about this?
Keep Your Hand Out My Pocket Bitch!
My wallets closed you don't get this money
You met the man who treat you like Peg Bundy
She hungry like a bitch with a jaw sewn
Hoe bumpin' Smoov-E on the headphones
Had the ass in the air on the first night
Got her wet when she heard me breathe 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 he's not like Sony fuck phonies
Trick keeps to get left lonely
Montana, Tony and them Goodfellas, big
Breasted hoes and all those bank tellers
Always with they hands in someone else's cash
Couldn't stack a dollar 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 with it, you got infections
Persuade the man push in the wrong directions
Turned out that's what I call it
Turned out bitch just smoked your chronic
Trust is one of things you just can't have along
With the number to my cell phone
'Cause bitch you bad glad to see you go, who gonna blow my friends
You stay around and make some ends?
Nineteen to put the shit together
Sex fiends ain't nothin' but pleasure
Smoov-E'll keep you dick addicted
Salaz keep your body constricted
Reek Daddy'll bust your lip
Jackpot hypnotized your bitch
Pat Rich done laid the law
And Nicky got tricky and laced 'em all
Some of these hoes tryna count my figures
And when I clown 'em they run and get they ****
'Cause hoe I'm just like a jaguar
Get served so superb in a bad car
Follow me hoe, yeah come follow me
Smoke a little weed, now you 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 and shit
All in my ear sayin' call you a bitch
Mackin' is somethin' that I don't sweat
I'm a pisces hoe I'm a get you wet check
I'm a rat just lookin for cheddar
You got a bad bitch? **** mines way badder
Bitch, you's a bitch and everything about you is a bitch
Don't stop being that bitch
Bitch actin' like a fool on a Motorola celly
Didn't take much for me to get her to the telly
Clown suit ready she had to have fetti
Now I'm bout to treat her like Blowjob 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
I run game on the ducks and the bad bitch ass
Better have hash if they ain't got cash
I'm mad now it's time to improvise
Rely on my game to keep em hypnotized
I'm chargin' and bitch I ain't cheap
Wear your hot pants or I'm comin' with heat
Jackpot, they thought they knew
Keep the game sacred only spittin' clues
Only givin' rules to the hoes that choose
And if they ain't double down man I cut 'em loose like that
And reinstate my draft, so many hoes and so few 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 ain't worth yo' change
Ain't nothin' you can do about this playboys game
No names 'cause you're just a number
September pussy like an Indian summer
Thats it that hot sauce shit
Caught her ass playin' keep sprung on the dick
Jackpot spit one more rhyme
But only for the plays on uphill climb
One grind and don't you fall behind
Keep a hand in her pocket if you donate time
Let the boss hit the crown, hot tricks get clowned
Put my bad hands up and lay this mack hand down
Which one should I choose? I got nothin' to lose
But I'm a make that decision after I hit this booze
Fuckin' pimp slap that bitch to the curb
Had her hand in my pocket tryin' to gank my herb
Some Humboldt live put down my colt 45
She just socked this punk ass bitch in the eye
Crazy scandalous bitch that's what I call it
Tryin' to run that game on this alcoholic
I thought you knew you sorry hoes get Nathan
Observe this pimp game demonstration
Haters get mad shit they drawers
When they found out Pat Rich done fucked they broads
Wanna check this hog? You need to check that trick
Keep Your Hand Out My Pocket Bitch
You wanna ride my dick? Wanna sport my chain?
Wanna floss my ride? You hoes is insane
Take a listen tramp bitch
Dip the six with the hardcore tint pearl paint straight sick
Fuck no, I rather take your trick ass to the 'Moe
Hit that ass to kick that little trick ass to the do'
Bust the flows keep fuckin' all your hoes
Once a-motherfuckin'-gain like I did it before
I know ya wanna ride with Pat Rich don't you?
Hit that ass and find out I don't even want you
Call you a straight up bitch
It ain't funny no money all you gettin' is dick
I be the blitz'n lineback
Hitting out the blindside motherfuckin' spine crack
Can't nobody fuck with the razorback
The only bitch I miss is my Eight Tre' 'Lac
Straight bad actin playa so crass
'Cause 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
Let her past year in a Skylark
Got one kid she care less about
While she peepin' out put your dick in her mouth
Picture frames, ashtrays, VCRs
If she catch your ass slippin' it's all in her car
But not me, might give you tricks hoes like a boa
I'll swallow up that whole hoodrat real slow
Sledge hammer fuck 'em all straight through the flo'
And if you didn't know then bitch now you know
About these hog intentions I failed to mention
Before droppin' from the back tuggin' on your extensions
So pay attention trick before you come sit
Better recognize this motherfuckin' pure bred pit
'Cause I'll lock 'em 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 it you better check your surroundings
'Cause I got some killer hoe snipers strapped with high powered brownings
That won't hesitate to put an end to the shady
But I got love for all you down ass ladies
That ain't scared to jock a Savage, who ain't too good for fuckin'
And all you wanna be hard to get hookers keep truckin'
'Cause the bull is back, a thoroughbred Mac
I got the number one defense guardin' my scratch
Pretty little whore found out and we gon' do some business
Pretty little whore found out and we gon' do some business
Do some business
Written by: Andre Nickatina, Count Salaz, JackPot, PATRICH, Reek Daddy, Smoov-E
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