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Top Dogg - We Dont Love Em Lyrics



Top Dogg - We Dont Love Em Lyrics




Y'knowI'msayin?

Went from handcuffin hoes, to just f*ckin the bitches haha

Lil' Chris, yeah, check it out though



Now I'm suited and booted, it's just another hot day

Rollin around on a Brougham mackin to this bitch' way

who I been tryin ta f*ck since the ninth grade

Now she's on the phone cos she knows a nigga's paid

The big payoff, I'm bout to pay this bitch back

Get her f*cked up and then I'ma kill her cat from the back

Cos I be showin no mercy to the cock

I'm bout to raid this motherf*cker like it was a spot

So I tell a bitch, "Meet me at the mall

I be in the cut, callin ???? where they're sllin basketball"

So I meet fate, ain't even no competition

I'm already f*ckin his bitch on the flo' in the kitchen

When it comes to the pussy like Michael (ooh yeah) I'm Bad

The bitch was cool, I know the cock was mad

She said "There is it cool?", yeah baby don't trip no doubt

then I told the bitch (BEEITCH) get the f*ck out!



Chorus:



We don't love em', we don't need em'

We don't love em', we don't need em'

We don't love em', we don't need em'

"Break your shit and get up"

*repeat*



I gets a page from the homegirl Yvonne

Not just a homegirl but a freak in heat, like the sun

I want to call her off so I axed "What's poppin?

She want me to come over and have her f*ckin room locked

It's like a track, nigga cos I run a race to the ho

But before I f*cked her axed the bitch for some doe

So she paid me (I f*cked her), then she laid me (I stuck her)

When she touched my ass (Mistake that bitch for a buster)

It happened so fast, don't remember what I saw

Bitch in the kitchen holdin an icepad on her drawers

My fault, y'know how it gets in that situation

Playin with these bitch' minds like some PlayStation

I heard the do' knocked then I looked at the ho

A nigga bout 7 feet, standin in the do'

So I threw the bitch across and cold knocked his ass out

Then I slid on my shit and I was out that bitch house



Chorus



It's '9-9, that's the way I see these hoes

I'm not buyin dem jewelery and brand new clothes

F*ck the dumb shit, it's time to get rich

And later on get a woman I wouldn't call a bitch

But for now, that's what I'm livin for

and favorite words to a bitch, is "F*ck a ho!"

But once again it's on with this bitch named Miss Dick

Holdin nuts in her mouth like some f*ckin biscuits

Cos she say they melt in her mouth, not in her hand

That's the type of shit that makes me a one-night-stand man

Be bouncin on the cock, like I'm on switches

Huffin and puffin, f*ckin and diggin up ditches

Girl went outta town, she went down south

In a town of unzipped jeans and dicks in her mouth

That's the shit I love to do everyday with a bitch

F*ck, get paid, then have em' dismissed



Chorus (x2)
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Y'knowI'msayin?

Went from handcuffin hoes, to just f*ckin the bitches haha

Lil' Chris, yeah, check it out though



Now I'm suited and booted, it's just another hot day

Rollin around on a Brougham mackin to this bitch' way

who I been tryin ta f*ck since the ninth grade

Now she's on the phone cos she knows a nigga's paid

The big payoff, I'm bout to pay this bitch back

Get her f*cked up and then I'ma kill her cat from the back

Cos I be showin no mercy to the cock

I'm bout to raid this motherf*cker like it was a spot

So I tell a bitch, "Meet me at the mall

I be in the cut, callin ???? where they're sllin basketball"

So I meet fate, ain't even no competition

I'm already f*ckin his bitch on the flo' in the kitchen

When it comes to the pussy like Michael (ooh yeah) I'm Bad

The bitch was cool, I know the cock was mad

She said "There is it cool?", yeah baby don't trip no doubt

then I told the bitch (BEEITCH) get the f*ck out!



Chorus:



We don't love em', we don't need em'

We don't love em', we don't need em'

We don't love em', we don't need em'

"Break your shit and get up"

*repeat*



I gets a page from the homegirl Yvonne

Not just a homegirl but a freak in heat, like the sun

I want to call her off so I axed "What's poppin?

She want me to come over and have her f*ckin room locked

It's like a track, nigga cos I run a race to the ho

But before I f*cked her axed the bitch for some doe

So she paid me (I f*cked her), then she laid me (I stuck her)

When she touched my ass (Mistake that bitch for a buster)

It happened so fast, don't remember what I saw

Bitch in the kitchen holdin an icepad on her drawers

My fault, y'know how it gets in that situation

Playin with these bitch' minds like some PlayStation

I heard the do' knocked then I looked at the ho

A nigga bout 7 feet, standin in the do'

So I threw the bitch across and cold knocked his ass out

Then I slid on my shit and I was out that bitch house



Chorus



It's '9-9, that's the way I see these hoes

I'm not buyin dem jewelery and brand new clothes

F*ck the dumb shit, it's time to get rich

And later on get a woman I wouldn't call a bitch

But for now, that's what I'm livin for

and favorite words to a bitch, is "F*ck a ho!"

But once again it's on with this bitch named Miss Dick

Holdin nuts in her mouth like some f*ckin biscuits

Cos she say they melt in her mouth, not in her hand

That's the type of shit that makes me a one-night-stand man

Be bouncin on the cock, like I'm on switches

Huffin and puffin, f*ckin and diggin up ditches

Girl went outta town, she went down south

In a town of unzipped jeans and dicks in her mouth

That's the shit I love to do everyday with a bitch

F*ck, get paid, then have em' dismissed



Chorus (x2)
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