Luyện nghe bài hát All My Bitches Are Gone

I to have a lot of bitches
down for me
Doin' anything I said, even hoe on the
But I'm a dog and I dog my
pimpin', drivin' four door cars
Ain't got no kids but them bitches love
had to share me or them bitches couldn't have me
Cause I'm a with a capital M
Call me Dog baby, put the P in the Pimp
I my foot in your ass and wouldn't give a fuck
Get out her pocket, bitch you beat up
You see me hangin' with them niggas jock
And every single mile, bitches gettin' popped
now I got a rep and they say I'm wrong
I beat my broad ass and she moved back
Came in one night, I was
Bitch tried to me for fuckin' her cousin
She started yellin', man, the got raw
I took one step and went straight to her jaw
I gives a fuck the bitch left
Cause all she ever got was some dick
And it really shit to find another bitch
Cause I'm a cool motherfucker and I'm hella
(Yeah) Ant Banks in the and you know he knows
Grab the mic nigga, fuck these

Yeah, I'm back 'fore a nigga just came up
games with the bitches
Thought a nigga might but
I was thinkin' everything's all right
Doin' the same shit to a different every night
Just dickin'em down a gigolo
So you peep game from a nigga though
I'm too young to get sprung so don't trip,
(Ain't no love, bitch)
So let's speak about a named Connie
Fucked the bitch tough, backstage at the
I can't forget Constance, the bitch is so
to lick my nuts, suck my dick, and just hum
And these are just hoes
a nigga like tossed up, kinda crossed up
Turned out and lost but I trippin'
They all got
Used and abused till all just vamped
And left a stuck with no kind of get back
Now I even get by the hoodrats
they know what the fuck they gon' get
Took for they and a mouth full of dick, huh
And I I gotta be that way
Goin' vicious on these
Just made'em all leave
But I know it won't long
They sayin' Ant Banks
Now all my is gone

All my bitches are gone, them bounced
I had a gang of'em, now they be found
They ain't fuckin' $hort Dog
Cause I'm Oakland

You fuck with us bitch, somethin' broken
leg, arm, jaw, nose, pick a part
Oakland motherfuckers'll break your
Until you game in your face
You's a punk ass bitch, ain't never no place
I can't back, now's the time
To leave your stank fake ass bitches behind
And move on like a
I'm knockin' hoes and even squares
Secretaries, nurses, and police
I'm flyin' first class, nigga, fuckin' attendents
$Hort Dog nothin' but a dog, beeyatch
(Ain't nothin' new nigga, again)
All my bitches are gone, them cut
But I really don't give a
I always knew I need that hoe
I got the game the motherfuckin' E-S-O
And you can when I hit the place
All them star-struck jump in my face
And get to the curb like I'm the mob
Unless they givin' blowjobs

Yeah, and when a bitch flirt
I put in work, treat'em all dirt
And them get they feelin's hurt
I'm a mack, hoe, listen to this rap, hoe
And you will not to fuck around
get slapped, hoe
For tryin' to up the Ant Banks program
Steady saltin' your stanky ass toe jams
You're mad cause I wouldn't no time
I'm the homies, makin' cash
bitches and writin' rhymes
I'm just what I got to do
I'm not fuckin' you
Because funky ass cock is through
So now I gotta get new hoes
Some old bitches
That's ridin' trues and vogues
I want a with the gangsta look
That Ant Banks can
And the bitch better how to cook
Cause I'm a nigga that'll eat shit up
Macaroni, steak, greens, or whatever the fuck
$hort, you know how we do'em
Treat bitches red lights and run right through'em
I got my mack on and my dick on long
So fuck it, all my bitches can stay

too

You know I'm sayin'?

Yeah,

$Hort Dog in the motherfuckin'

Nah nigga, you in this

Bringin' this for nine-tre and nine-four
You know what I'm
Get in where you fit in,

Before you need a up from the neck up

out
Fuck bitches, man
Fuck these bitches,
get out of here, man