Got Bitches Lyrics & Chords By Canibus

Got bitches? Yeah
Where can I get them?
Right over here my nigga
Mad bars, no edit, no redirect
Just hot shit niggas never spit
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Got bitches? Yeah
Where can I get them?
Right over here my nigga
Mad bars, no edit, no redirect
Just hot shit niggas never spit
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Hot lyrics, loop the beat and rock with it
Go ahead, slam the door in my face; I'll locksmith it
My box cutter blades rip it, toxidic
The Luftwaffe for lyrics when the spit-fire spit it
Put a high-spin on the electrons limit like cricket googol boulders
Hitting the wicked
Get Jig, fix my appearance, take you to Paris
Cook dinner on a terrace for you and your parents
First impression what they think of me? Don't they like monogamy?
Won't let you commit to me? Tell them that you live with me
Tell them I dig you out diligently
And you thinking about giving up everything so you can have twins with me
Turbo nine, eleven, eighty-nine degree weather intertwine as I push the leather
Pin you to the leather
I prove I can love you better in three seconds
So let me pull over and check your P.S.I pressure

(Canibus)
Got bitches? Yeah
Where can I get them?
Right over here my nigga
Mad bars, no edit, no redirect
Just hot shit niggas never spit
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Got bitches? Yeah
Where can I get them?
Right over here my nigga
Mad bars, no edit, no redirect
Just hot shit niggas never spit
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New and improved updated sex pistols, clamp your nipples
The B.D.S. symbol leave your kitty crippled
Cherry pickers lift you, flip you like a nickel
Scream the safe-word girl, I'ma keep whipping you
Eyes wide shut the word is Fidelio
With R. Kelly showing his home amateur video
Produced by a pinto at the house
The custodian of records is me not ( E )
The best job in the world besides touring around
With Jagged Edge, is something with hoes' whoring around
Rhythm and Blues get all the couscous no doubt
And when I'm singing R and B this is how it sounds
Young lady you look so fine
I can't turn my eyes away, the way you look in the lingerie

Got bitches? Yeah
Where can I get them?
Right over here my nigga
Mad bars, no edit, no redirect
Just hot shit niggas never spit
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Got bitches? Yeah
Where can I get them?
Right over here my nigga
Mad bars, no edit, no redirect
Just hot shit niggas never spit
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She make me want it in her mouth
With her tah-tah's busting out, show her what's love about
Spend the budget and bounce
Yo, and even though she going down south it don't count
'Cause I never met a stripper that respected her spouse
Beat her ass as soon as she step in the house
What she expect? She's kissing him with D.N.A. we left in her mouth
She blaming it on the drugs and the wine
Club seen is obscene I told you umpteen times
She want to be an actress, why you proud of her?
Ain't shit change but the dick sliding in and out of her
Ain't nobody looking out for her
The appointment with the casting coach counselor is really just about a nut
Ain't no photographer taking no snapshots of her
With no cardboard camera for no twenty dollars
Why that bitch telling you she got the part?
She got spit starch on somebody's boxer shorts, you heard?

Got bitches? Yeah
Where can I get them?
Right over here my nigga
Mad bars, no edit, no redirect
Just hot shit niggas never spit
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