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 b*tches, every goddamn day
Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day
I get the chewin' from you b*tches, every goddamn day
Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day
I get the chewin' from you b*tches, every goddamn day
Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day
I get the chewin' from you b*tches, every goddamn day

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Well it's the pimp player, ho layer, money making, b*tch 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 b*tch
Suckin' much di*k, quick, I spit mack sh*t, slick
On a hoes mind, fine with a big behind
I'm gonna' get her some, soon as she makes me c*m
Off her nut, off her butt, Project Pat don't give a f*ck
f*ckin' 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 di*k
Real pimp n*ggas 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 b*tches, 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 b*tches, every goddamn day
Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day
I get the chewin', chewin, chewin, chewin, goddamn day

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
Freaky little di*k suckers, money hungry cheese lovers
Suck a di*k, do it quick, just so she can be your b*tch
Trick, ain't nothing but you idle, wanna' have a players title
Idle of the ass, lock it, put the di*k in fast
c*ck 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 b*tch
Hook up with your row dogg, mane, and run through the b*tch
Shoot you trick, lick the di*k, just like they do popsicles
Ugly sl*ts, 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 b*tches, 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 b*tches, every goddamn day
Goddamn day, goddamn, goddamn day
I get the chewin', chewin, chewin, chewin, goddamn day