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letra de i feed my bitch - mac dre

[verse 1: keak da sneak]
wife-beater, jeans, blue air max’s
[?] hit a n-gg- for gl-sses
sucker comes, -ss kicked, still slide in plastic
closed caskets, n-gg-s be blasting
when a n-gg- write a check then his -ss can’t cash it
told you handle the ball but you want to p-ss it
in the [?] n-gg-, 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-ck a scholarships i’m signing contracts for major dough
what you in it for? n-gg- 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-tch, with nathan but game (nathan but game)
her last n-gg- tried to spit it, but it ain’t the same (it’s not the same)
i feed my b-tch, with nathan but game (nathan but game)
her last n-gg- tried to spit it, but it ain’t the same (it’s not the same)
i feed my b-tch, with nathan but game (nathan but game)
her last n-gg- tried to spit it, but it ain’t the same (it’s not the same)
i feed my b-tch, with nathan but game (nathan but game)
her last n-gg- 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-tch will hit the d-ck before she hit the joint
lick it up, nut sucking on b-lls and toes
taking numbers on these little low nasty ho’s
back it up, let me see your box of pearls
keep d-ck in your mouth and you bet not hurl
girl tell me, have you served a pimp before?
do your boyfriend know that you a prost-tute?
working on a trick, flushing out chips in clubs
get your punk -ss back on track, suck and f-ck
b-tch what? i could give a f-ck 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-tch and bounce up
now up in n-gg-s like some wrapping dimes
while you selling cot i be popping cons

[verse 3: mac dre]
a n-gg- 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 kill 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-cking-body boy, i’m a cutthroat

- mac dre

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