Mac Dre - I Feed My b**h lyrics

[Verse 1: Keak Da Sneak] Wife-beater, jeans, blue Air Max's [?] hit a n***a for gla**es s**er comes, a** kicked, still slide in plastic Closed caskets, n***as be blasting When a n***a write a check then his a** can't cash it Told you handle the ball but you want to pa** it In the [?] n***a, now going the other way Man I was just visiting but now we back in the Bay Straight black and granite I hit the ho like [?] [?] just considered it TD'ed Signed out of high school, skipped college for all pro f** a scholarships I'm signing contracts for major dough What you in it for? n***a that million dollar brain With a hundred thousand karats on my bling And I'm the whole team, [?] 22 inch stance I'm like [?] calling a sack out of sprint [Hook] I feed my b**h, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last n***a tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) I feed my b**h, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last n***a tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) I feed my b**h, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last n***a tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) I feed my b**h, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last n***a tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) [Verse 2] I know ho's that get straight to the point The b**h will hit the dick before she hit the joint Lick it up, nut s**ing on balls and toes Taking numbers on these little low nasty ho's Back it up, let me see your box of pearls Keep dick in your mouth and you bet not hurl Girl tell me, have you served a pimp before? Do your boyfriend know that you a prostitute? Working on a trick, flushing out chips in clubs Get your punk a** back on track, s** and f** b**h what? I could give a f** about ya B-A dot kamikaze clowned ya Found ya, found ya, ho I'm proud ta Be a pimp that will beat a b**h and bounce up Now up in n***as like some wrapping dimes While you selling cot I be popping cons [Hook] I feed my b**h, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last n***a tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) I feed my b**h, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last n***a tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) I feed my b**h, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last n***a tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) I feed my b**h, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last n***a tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) [Verse 3: Mac Dre] A n***a almost snapped, trapped behind bars But now on the streets I pull freaks around bars Fast cars, hash cigars, no more sneaking balloons past the guards I flip whips like a baller flips kicks I'm the almighty mack, Andre Hicks Ritz, cracker, smoke [?] in hot sauce [?] smoke and k** while I cot toss Shots off in my twelve inch ride You thinking about catching me slipping? Partner I wouldn't try I got a forty and when I'm in the fifty I dump and go zero to sixty, swiftly Skurt skeet with Bart and Keak Getting further from the scene while I'm mobbing with my heat I sleep with a toy 'cause I don't trust no-motherf**ing-body boy, I'm a cutthroat [Hook] I feed my b**h, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last n***a tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) I feed my b**h, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last n***a tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) I feed my b**h, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last n***a tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same) I feed my b**h, with nathan but game (nathan but game) Her last n***a tried to spit it, but it ain't the same (it's not the same)