THREAT

THREAT - Keep Yo Bytch lyrics

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(feat. Tim Smooth, Hasheem, B.B. Gunn)

[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

[x2]

[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]

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