Threat - Keep Yo Bytch lyrics

(Tim Smooth) This hoe is small as a gnat off an elephant back I'm tellin' ya that, b*tch, and what's a pebble of crack? The fact stands as it is, we did, f** 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 b**h you peel dirt That lil' skirt got'cha too hot, fahrenheit Done burned your brain cells boy, that b**h 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 f** scenes than Janet Jacme Ask me how I know? I'ma show ya tape That I made on that b**h 'fore that p**y got chaffed Take the footage, the b**h and all her ba*tards Jump in yo booty, hop in the BMW and just ride the f** out You could have her Chorus (B.B. Gunn): n***a you could keep your b**h Cuz I don't want her, I don't want her This b**h ain't hittin' no sh** So I don't need her, I don't need her (2x) (Hasheem) These b**hes ain't no good, but these n***as a trip They goin' all out for these hoes, even though they ain't bout sh** 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 s**in' 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 ma**agin' 'em up Me and my n***as in them guts, while you lovin' them s*uts That b**h no good, but that p**y hoe good It feel so good, when I give her all this dick, send her home And I'm gone n***a Chorus (Threat) Now I was told a b**h ain't worth a dollar in dimes, by the figures players First n***a 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 n***as don't know what they up against The beautiful change is meant to f** with your jingles n***a The b**h in my stable, best believe I'm seein' ten-figures Stackin' gin, convential, n***as avoidin' the subject I'm lookin' to be broke off proper, and open this b**h to the public f** 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 b**h ain't makin' no chips or lickin' no dick She ain't hittin' no sh**, fa sho, she got'z to go Out tha door partna, take that hoe Man keep that b**h! Chorus