I Get da Chewin’

Lyrics

[Intro: Killa B] Chewin' I get the chewin', I get the chewin' I get the chewin', I get the chewin' I get the chewin', I get the chewin' I get the chewin', I get the chewin' I get the chewin', I get the chewin' I get the chewin', I get the chewin' I get the chewin', I get the chewin' I get the chewin' I get the— [Chorus: Killa B] Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day I get the chewin' from you bitches, every goddamn day Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day I get the chewin' from you bitches, every goddamn day Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day I get the chewin' from you bitches, every goddamn day Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day I get the chewin' from you bitches, every goddamn day [Verse 1: Project Pat] Well it's the pimp player, ho layer, money making, bitch breaker Take a ho to the motel and I save a Spot for my row dogg, drinkin' on this eight ball Don't y'all wanna' run a train on this bald head bitch Suckin' much dick, quick, I spit mack shit, slick On a hoes mind, fine with a big behind I'm gonna' get her some, soon as she makes me cum Off her nut, off her butt, Project Pat don't give a fuck Fuckin' with the neighborhood, North Memphis, Hollywood And I could, and I should ride in the Fleetwood Roam with the tome to your neck if you caught slippin' Bullet to the dome and you dead if you start trippin' These women of the nine trait like to go for it Kiss your neck, kiss your chest, then kiss up on the dick Real pimp niggas like me leave these hoes astray Knowin' I get the chewin', every goddamn day [Chorus: Killa B] Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day I get the chewin' from you bitches, every goddamn day Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day I get the chewin', chewin, chewin, chewin, goddamn day Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day I get the chewin' from you bitches, every goddamn day Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day I get the chewin', chewin, chewin, chewin, goddamn day [Verse 2: Project Pat] Freaky little dick suckers, money hungry cheese lovers Suck a dick, do it quick, just so she can be your bitch Trick, ain't nothing but you idle, wanna' have a players title Idle of the ass, lock it, put the dick in fast Cock it back, back, from the back, dollar bills the ho will stack From a fool, who was lame Sucker ain't hip to the game, just the same Never in your life sell out to a bitch Hook up with your row dogg, mane, and run through the bitch Shoot you trick, lick the dick, just like they do popsicles Ugly sluts, lick up nuts just like they do hot pickles Nickel dime hoes dogg, yeah that's why I tell the story 'Cause I know y'all don't fit the category Much glory is what I give to my roadies Juicy J, Heavy C, and my nig Toby They see like me and they down all the way That's for gettin' the chewin' every goddamn day [Chorus: Killa B] Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day I get the chewin' from you bitches, every goddamn day Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day I get the chewin', chewin, chewin, chewin, goddamn day Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day I get the chewin' from you bitches, every goddamn day Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day I get the chewin', chewin, chewin, chewin, goddamn day