Got Yo Bitch

[Intro: Dogmatic]
Oh hell naw is that my-? That my bitch over there?!
What the fuck is that bitch doing?
(Just hoeing with the nigga Dogmatic man)
Man, wait a minute, ay hoe! The fuck you think you doing!
(Look man, straight up- hell nah!)
Fucking bitch, motherfucking bitch!

[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 niggas on the run (Yeah)
Man your bitch like that, you ain't gon' never get yo' hoe back
I got 4 pack, two sets of dykes
All of 'em got a man, got they don't fight
They only bite dicks like tripe, we in the water
After the mo', 'bout to have a young, pissy 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 fucked
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 bitch 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 Bitch)
I got my heater on my side and I (Got Yo Bitch)
You couldn't stop me if you tried and I (Got Yo Bitch)
I Got Yo Bitch

[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 asshole
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 nigga from the [?] can ask "Where the bitch 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 bitch like Apache
I'll play snatchy 'side the backstreets
Happy that you lack teeth on my black meat
Pussy, cat thief, pockets bumping like acne
Me not a player? Fool that's a bad guess
Then why your bitches and your mistress know my address

[Chorus: Dogmatic]
I got these D's on my ride and I (Got Yo Bitch)
I got my heater on my side and I (Got Yo Bitch)
You couldn't stop me if you tried and I (Got Yo Bitch)
I Got Yo Bitch

[Verse 3: Lola Damone]
Yo, it ain't my fault that bitches be on me like white on rice
I'm nice with mics but check this, I don't dyke (I don't dyke)
Hoes wanna lick me like right on sight (Right on sight)
They like my type until they see I'm tight with pipe
The type to fight, scrap with cats and broads
You know bitches like me attract cats and broads
Pretty bitches, witty bitches, 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 shit 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 bitch, no bitch, yo' bitch
But I Got Yo Bitch, I Got Yo Bitch

[Chorus x2: Dogmatic]
I got these D's on my ride and I (Got Yo Bitch)
I got my heater on my side and I (Got Yo Bitch)
You couldn't stop me if you tried and I (Got Yo Bitch)
I Got Yo Bitch