Project Pat - Don't Bite The D lyrics

(Project pat) man, I'm tired of this sh** You need to get yo sh**, and get (La Chat) f** you, you get yo muthaf**in sh** I don't give a f** who name on the light bill Yo muthaf**in a** up out of here (La Chat) n***a, dem yo stank a**, dirty a** draws on the muthaf**in floor Get dem dirty a** draws, and clothes (Project pat) ahh, you got me so mess up now (La Chat) n***a, 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 f**, THIS MY sh*t, I RUN THIS (Project pat) WHAT, all you doing is cooking that burnt a** chicken Eating popcorn, and drinking, and drinking all damn day (La Chat) n***a, It fed yo muthaf**in a**, you ain't had no Problem when you was eating the sh**, lickin' yo fingers and sh** (Project pat) man, you got me mess up! (La Chat) fu*k YOU! (chorus) (Project Pat) I don't need you anymore (that's right, that's right) So, you can get yo little a** 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 muthaf** ya n***a you can get the f** on, cause I don't love ya I don't want ya trick, f** the hoes that you cheated wit Now, we ain't together, you be claiming, you ain't gotta a b**h n***a please, know that you thought, that I would leave ya n***a please, know that you thought, a b**h need ya f** 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 n***a break down f** 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 f**in on the kitchen floor He be eating my p**y, but of course you know you is the pro f**in up wit you, had me thinking dreams ain't true Now, sittin' here thinking, why the f** I every f** wit you (chorus) (Project Pat) I don't need you anymore (that's right, that's right) So, you can get yo little a** 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 s** me dry like Dracula You deserve a smackula, better yet a snapula Right across yo lips, work your hips on the trackula f** 'em til you sense-u-less, captin so ridiculous Never hear, what you say, cause you speaking gibberish You the b**h, yapping squaw, for some dick, on the stalk You done got your walking papers, now its 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 (chorus) (Project Pat) I don't need you anymore (that's right, that's right) So, you can get yo little a** 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 b*tch don't you start The cap co*k 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 a** like the terminator I used to f**, freaky s*ut, 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 sh** 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 s** peter (chorus) (Project Pat) I don't need you anymore (that's right, that's right) So, you can get yo little a** 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)