Cookie Money, Robb Bank$ - Bite Down lyrics

Bite down bite down bite down bite down
Where we at bitch where we at bitch
Where we at bitch

I just might fuck yo ol' lady
Then I might duck yo ol' lady
I'ma one night yo ol' lady
I just might pipe yo ol' lday
Yo ol' lady know I'm the shit
So I just threw her the dick
Yo ol' lady know I'm the boy
That's why she swallowed my kids
I heard yo ol' lady a vet
Heard yo ol' lady got bread
Yo ol' lady know I'm a dog
Yo ol' lady just got a pet
You know me I'm good from the hood
And I got good in the hood
Take a pill, bite down
That's how we do in the hood
Bitch I'm a trap star i learnt this rap shit
Before I touched the mic I
Only learned to wrap bricks
It's street stunna nigga
You know I'm on that
Keep a pistol by my phone
Cause a nigga call shots

I go by Kie Money the greatest
Mothafuck yo favorite real hot boy
Sell a brick in front the?
I cut it like a razor-ed
Sharper than a bla-z-ed
Keep it on my hip but I
Ain't talkin bout no pager
I add it, bag it, sack it
Then I blow it like a bomb hoe
Nigga slangin K's like I'm
Fuckin with Saddam hoe
Broward County soldier poppin like a soda
Pistol in my pocket ain't got
Time for a holster nigga

Wait, hol- up

You see I bag up the racks then I stack it
These fuck niggas don't want no static
I'm smokin a pack out of Cali
And what you be smokin is average
Bitch I'm the shit but I knew it
Diamonds, they white like I'm Jewish wet