Various Artists - We Don't Love 'Em lyrics

Y'knowI'msayin? Went from handcuffin hoes, to just f**in the b**hes haha Lil' Chris, yeah, check it out though Now I'm suited and booted, it's just another hot day Rollin around on a Brougham mackin to this b**h' way Who I been tryin ta f** since the ninth grade Now she's on the phone cos she knows a n***a's paid The big payoff, I'm bout to pay this b**h back Get her f**ed up and then I'ma k** her cat from the back Cos I be showin no mercy to the co*k I'm bout to raid this motherf**er like it was a spot So I tell a b**h, "Meet me at the mall I be in the cut, callin ???? where they're sllin basketball" So I meet fate, ain't even no competition I'm already f**in his b**h on the flo' in the kitchen When it comes to the p**y like Michael (ooh yeah) I'm Bad The b**h was cool, I know the co*k was mad She said "There is it cool?", yeah baby don't trip no doubt Then I told the b**h (BEEITCH) get the f** out! Chorus: We don't love em', we don't need em' We don't love em', we don't need em' We don't love em', we don't need em' "Break your sh** and get up" *repeat* I gets a page from the homegirl Yvonne Not just a homegirl but a freak in heat, like the sun I want to call her off so I axed "What's poppin? She want me to come over and have her f**in room locked It's like a track, n***a cos I run a race to the ho But before I f**ed her axed the b**h for some doe So she paid me (I f**ed her), then she laid me (I stuck her) When she touched my a** (Mistake that b**h for a buster) It happened so fast, don't remember what I saw b**h in the kitchen holdin an icepad on her drawers My fault, y'know how it gets in that situation Playin with these b**h' minds like some PlayStation I heard the do' knocked then I looked at the ho A n***a bout 7 feet, standin in the do' So I threw the b**h across and cold knocked his a** out Then I slid on my sh** and I was out that b**h house Chorus It's '9-9, that's the way I see these hoes I'm not buyin dem j**elery and brand new clothes f** the dumb sh**, it's time to get rich And later on get a woman I wouldn't call a b**h But for now, that's what I'm livin for And favorite words to a b**h, is "f** a ho!" But once again it's on with this b**h named Miss Dick Holdin nuts in her mouth like some f**in biscuits Cos she say they melt in her mouth, not in her hand That's the type of sh** that makes me a one-night-stand man Be bouncin on the co*k, like I'm on switches Huffin and puffin, f**in and diggin up ditches Girl went outta town, she went down south In a town of unzipped jeans and dicks in her mouth That's the sh** I love to do everyday with a b**h f**, get paid, then have em' dismissed Chorus (x2)