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three 6 mafia - dis bitch, dat hoe (project pat & ludacris) lyrics

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dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
dis, dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis

dis b-tch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya p-ssy
dis b-tch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya p-ssy
dis b-tch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya p-ssy
hoe, soakin’ f-ckin’ wet, hoe, soakin’ f-ckin’ wet

dis b-tch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya p-ssy
dis b-tch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya p-ssy
dis b-tch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya p-ssy
hoe, soakin’ f-ckin’ wet, hoe, soakin’ f-ckin’ wet

project pat is in this mothaf-cka, i know n-gg-s hate
i know n-gg-s wanna see me some where starvin’ for a plate
’cause they b-tches like to talk about us, like they lick our b-lls
i don’t never call that hoe and she love my dirty draws

i’m a north memphis pimp so you better recognize
let cha’ hoe suck my d-ck while i’m lookin’ in her eyes
i know y’all be tellin’ lies, lyin’ on ya d-ck ain’t real
n-gg- say he f-cked my b-tch and he couldn’t wait to steal

but it’s all to the goody though ’cause she payin’ me
free f-ck for a hoody hoe, never playin’ me
to the curb with my thunderbird while i’m smokin’ herb
in the tub, playa rub-a-dub i just say the word

and her p-ssy’ll open up like a says me
i’m the first in the hood to f-ck so ya praise me
off this b-tch, i’ma check her b-tt, i ain’t lazy
made a housewife from a sl-t, is ya crazy

dis b-tch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya p-ssy
dis b-tch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya p-ssy
dis b-tch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya p-ssy
hoe, soakin’ f-ckin’ wet, hoe, soakin’ f-ckin’ wet

dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
dis, dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis

dis b-tch, dat hoe, hoe let me see that p-ssy b-tch
come through with a donation that’ll make you rich
bigger lips on a p-ssy, let me see it blow a kiss
in the back with the yac now they blowin’ on ludacris

i can see it in her eyes
gave me the p-ssy for a burger and some fries
and they always wonder why
’cause i put em’ in a room and get em’ so f-ckin’ high

luda, i’m so true to smokin’ that stanky buddha
my panky shinin’ with diamonds, my index on a ruger
i wet these hoes in they seat so just call me freddy kruger
the boogie man, oogie, woogie, give me that oogah, boogah

you can’t deny it, no p-ssin’ by it, you gotta try it
i’m number one, public enemy power gotta fight it
i got my gun and my ident-ty started a f-ckin’ riot
we havin’ fun, it’s some siminese p-ssy, like it, buy it

dis b-tch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya p-ssy
dis b-tch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya p-ssy
dis b-tch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya p-ssy
hoe, soakin’ f-ckin’ wet, hoe, soakin’ f-ckin’ wet

dis b-tch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya p-ssy
dis b-tch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya p-ssy
dis b-tch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya p-ssy
hoe, soakin’ f-ckin’ wet, hoe, soakin’ f-ckin’ wet

you can get a room on ya free time, now that we alone
tell that buster quit callin’ you, turn off ya phone
it’s the big d-ck monster from the back puncher
bang, bang, skeet, skeet, pull it out launcher

juicy, juicy, fat, fat, c-m run down ya crack
man f-ck a towel, i’ma let it shoot on her back
ridin’ lac with the tv’s, find a prost-tute
missy got this with ya bank, i’m gon’ f-ck with chu’

all in pursuit for a b-tch with low self-esteem
(man she say her pimp is a b-tch)
b-tch, what the f-ck you mean?
it could seem like i ain’t strapped but it’s in the holster
2-0-1 a revolvin’ door or a roller coaster

gettin’ most of the game from these motherf-ckin’ jail walls
hoes can’t resist on these streets, hoes kissin’ b-lls
breakin’ pimp laws, b-tch that’ll get cha’ pimp smacked
you ain’t got no cheese, oh, that’ll get cha’ head cracked

dis b-tch, dat hoe, hoe
dis b-tch, dat hoe, hoe
dis b-tch, dat hoe, hoe
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