To Lose A Whore lyrics

by

David Banner


[Intro]
To lose a whore know what I'm talking about
Cold sh*t know what I'm talking about
Check it out so I can sing it better

[Verse 1]
How does it feel to lose your b*tch?
I'm talking your main girl
The one that go handle sh*t
And how does it feel to lose yo wife? uh huh
The b*tch that had your kids
The one you'd laid down your life
And how does it feel to lose your queen?
How does it feel to drop a whole pint of promethazine?
It's the same way with hoes and pimps
If she don't grind for me I don't eat steak and shrimp

[Hook]
When a pimp loses a whore uh huh
Hold up sometimes it's more than a man can handle
When a pimp loses a whore uh hey hey
Hold up funky b*tch
How does it feel to lose the one
The one that the one that had your kids
The one that had your son
How does it feel to lose your mate
The one you came up with
To help get your papers straight
When a pimp loses a whore uh huh
Sometimes that's more than a man can handle
You know I find myself uh you know watching television
Till television went off know what I'm saying
Then I find myself riding by they house few hours later
sh*t I'm wondering should I just kick the door
Should I just take back my whore
You know the b*tch that would open up the pus*y store
And sell c*ck galore and bring me back chains and cheese
How could this b*tch choose this lame
When I'm on top of my game
When I'm getting all this fresh sh*t and having all these fly things
This b*tch must have lost her brain
To go to another n*gga after she done been down with James
I guess she wasn't a winner all the time
She was nothing but a lame
She was nothing but a lame
To lose a f*cking whore
Sometimes I find myself missing the b*tch
Know what I'm saying but then I sing to myself
You know what I say? I say I say whoooo whoooo
Funky b*tch I'm missing you funky b*tch
Whoo whoo hey hey I'm missing you
Yeah man I hate that b*tch for that
You know what I'm talking bout
But I'm a play it by the way the game go
I'm a get me a new b*tch
You know what I'm talking bout
A top notch b*tch that uh just take all these funky whores spot
You know like Pimpin' Ken said
It's captain slave a hoe not captain save a hoe
Put some of these funky crackers out there to get some of that money back
Get them slaves made for you funky white honkies
And no we ain't voting cause we ain't down with neither one of you b*tches
Pimps up and hoes down you b*tch
How you gonna be a pimp and you got a pus*y
Get your mind on your paper fake ass motherf*cker
You ain't even made your mind up
Whether you was gonna pimp or not yet
Until you been in there for ten years or more motherf*cker
Until you done lose a b*tch and lost your whore motherf*cker
Get real Sweet Jones
2002
Really 2006 'cause I'm light years away from your b*tch ass
Know what I'm talking bout
Get PA b*tch ain't no games in PA either f*ck ass n*gga
You heard what I said hoe yeah lets do it
Know what I'm talking about
We can pop it out
We can do whatever you want to do
It ain't no bloods ain't no crips
Ain't none of that motherf*cking sh*t
Ain't nothing but green b*tch
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