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letra de got yo bitch - promatic

[intro: dogmatic]
oh h-ll naw is that my-? that my b-tch over there?!
what the f-ck is that b-tch doing?
(just hoeing with the n-gga dogmatic man)
man, wait a minute, ay hoe! the f-ck you think you doing!
(look man, straight up- h-ll nah!)
f-cking b-tch, motherf-cking b-tch!

[verse 1: dogmatic]
it’s like bark, bark, she got junk in the trunk
tantalised by matic’s funk, smell me?
i’m smoking mad skunk, fog lights in the front
heat on the back of the seats for these punks
it’s like a game of tug, i’m all matched up
baguettes, guns and 20 inches son
roll with the n-ggas on the run (yeah)
man your b-tch like that, you ain’t gon’ never get yo’ hoe back
i got 4 pack, two sets of dyk-s
all of ’em got a man, got they don’t fight
they only bite d-cks like tripe, we in the water
after the mo’, ’bout to have a young, p-ssy slaughter
man your hoe chose me, she love life in the d
and she love it when she smells trees
off of me ’cause she wanna get blow
feeling her booty at the movies getting old
the truth is she loves to get f-cked
so she email the ‘matic when she wanna get stuck
her lips pucker up to kiss on my nuts
dawg, your shorty is about to get cut
i’m ’bout to get drunk, i’m ’bout to get her krunk
i’m ’bout to get some brain in the back of this truck
just so you know what’s up, you better not front
your b-tch is with dogmatic, you gotta give her up (give her up)
[chorus: dogmatic]
i got these d’s on my ride and i (got yo b-tch)
i got my heater on my side and i (got yo b-tch)
you couldn’t stop me if you tried and i (got yo b-tch)
i got yo b-tch

[verse 2: proof]
let make p have cash flow off fast hoes
make her at a show and back at my castle
keep three feet on a hoe is natural
that’s two on the flo’ and one in the assh0l-
smack ’em crazy, “make my happy baby”
i ain’t a captain saving, you got me backward lady
oops i said lady, just maybe i should switch that
illest n-gga from the [?] can ask “where the b-tch at?”
your head that you gave playboy or you love my style
you look so long that your broad wanna rub me down
want a gangstar b-tch like apache
i’ll play sn-tchy ‘side the backstreets
happy that you lack t–th on my black meat
p-ssy, cat thief, pockets bumping like acne
me not a player? fool that’s a bad guess
then why your b-tches and your mistress know my address

[chorus: dogmatic]
i got these d’s on my ride and i (got yo b-tch)
i got my heater on my side and i (got yo b-tch)
you couldn’t stop me if you tried and i (got yo b-tch)
i got yo b-tch
[verse 3: lola damone]
yo, it ain’t my fault that b-tches be on me like white on rice
i’m nice with mics but check this, i don’t dyk- (i don’t dyk-)
hoes wanna l!ck me like right on sight (right on sight)
they like my type until they see i’m tight with pipe
the type to fight, scr-p with cats and broads
you know b-tches like me attract cats and broads
pretty b-tches, witty b-tches, i attract ’em all
some diddy chickens are offered plenty of that alcohol
have hoes on tour wanna sleep with me
wanna come up to my room so they can eat the p
trying to run game like i ain’t peep the g
but you ain’t know? oh this sh-t happens frequently
and them hoes ain’t nothing but freaks to me
give ’em to proof and ‘matic just so they can beat the p
i don’t want that b-tch, no b-tch, yo’ b-tch
but i got yo b-tch, i got yo b-tch

[chorus x2: dogmatic]
i got these d’s on my ride and i (got yo b-tch)
i got my heater on my side and i (got yo b-tch)
you couldn’t stop me if you tried and i (got yo b-tch)
i got yo b-tch

- promatic

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