We Don’t Love ’Em lyrics

[Intro: Top Dogg]
Y'knowI'msayin?
Went from handcuffin hoes, to just f*ckin the b*tches 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 b*tch' way
Who I been tryin ta f*ck since the ninth grade
Now she's on the phone cos she knows a n*gga's paid
The big payoff, I'm bout to pay this b*tch back
Get her f*cked up and then I'ma kill her cat from the back
Cos I be showin no mercy to the c*ck
I'm bout to raid this motherf*cker like it was a spot
So I tell a b*tch, "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 b*tch on the flo' in the kitchen
When it comes to the pus*y like Michael (ooh yeah) I'm Bad
The b*tch was cool, I know the c*ck was mad
She said "There is it cool?", yeah baby don't trip no doubt
Then I told the b*tch (BEEITCH) get the f*ck out!

[Chorus x2]
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 sh*t and get up"
I gets a page from the homegirl Yvonne
Not just a homegirl but a freak in heat, like the sun
I want to cool 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, n*gga cos I run a race to the ho
But before I f*cked her asked the b*tch 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 b*tch for a buster)
It happened so fast, don't remember what I saw
b*tch in the kitchen holdin an icepad on her drawers
My fault, y'know how it gets in that situation
Playin with these b*tch' minds like some PlayStation
I heard the do' knocked then I looked at the ho
A n*gga bout 7 feet, standin in the do'
So I threw the b*tch across and cold knocked his ass out
Then I slid on my sh*t and I was out that b*tch 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 sh*t, it's time to get rich
And later on get a woman I wouldn't call a b*tch
But for now, that's what I'm livin for
And favorite words to a b*tch, is "f*ck a ho!"
But once again it's on with this b*tch named Miss di*k
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 sh*t that makes me a one-night-stand man
Be bouncin on the c*ck, 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 di*ks in her mouth
That's the sh*t I love to do everyday with a b*tch
f*ck, get paid, then have em' dismissed
Chorus (x2)