Luyện nghe bài hát All My Bitches Are Gone

I used to have a lot of
down for me
Doin' I said, even hoe on the street
But I'm a dog and I dog my
Guerrilla pimpin', drivin' door cars
Ain't got no kids but them love daddy
They had to share me or them bitches couldn't me
Cause I'm a with a capital M
Call me $hort Dog baby, put the P in the
I keep my foot in your ass and wouldn't a fuck
Get out her pocket, you gettin' beat up
You see me hangin' with them niggas like
And every single five mile, bitches popped
now I got a rep and they say I'm wrong
I beat my ass and she moved back home
Came in one night, I was
tried to front me for fuckin' her cousin
She started yellin', man, the got raw
I one step back and went straight to her jaw
I gives a that the bitch left
Cause all she ever got was some good
And it really ain't 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, these hoes

Yeah, I'm thinkin' back a nigga just came up
Playin' games with the
a nigga might change but
I was tight everything's all right
Doin' the same shit to a different bitch every
Just dickin'em down like a
So you gotta peep game from a though
I'm too young to get sprung so trip, tell'em
(Ain't no love, bitch)
So let's speak about a named Connie
the bitch tough, backstage at the Omni
I can't forget Constance, the is so dumb
Quick to my nuts, suck my dick, and just hum
And these are some hoes
That a nigga like up, kinda crossed up
Turned out and but I ain't trippin'
all got tramped
Used and till they all just vamped
And left a nigga stuck with no kind of get
Now I even get by the hoodrats
Cause they what the fuck they gon' get
for they cash and a mouth full of dick, huh
And I hate I gotta be way
Goin' vicious on these
Just made'em all today
But I know it won't long
They fuck Ant Banks
Now all my bitches is

All my bitches are gone, them bounced
I had a gang of'em, now they can't be
They ain't fuckin' with Dog
Cause I'm from

You fuck with us bitch, gettin' broken
Your leg, arm, jaw, nose, a part
Oakland motherfuckers'll your heart
you recognize 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 stank fake broke ass bitches behind
And on like a player
I'm knockin' ghetto hoes and even
Secretaries, nurses, and women
I'm flyin' first class, nigga, fuckin' flight
$Hort Dog nothin' but a dog, beeyatch
(Ain't new nigga, come again)
All my bitches are gone, bitches cut
But I really don't a fuck
I knew I didn't need that hoe
I got the game from the motherfuckin'
And you can tell when I hit the
All them star-struck jump in my face
And get to the curb like I'm the mob
Unless they givin' blowjobs

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

too

You know what I'm

Yeah,

$Hort Dog in the house

Nah nigga, you in this

Bringin' shit for nine-tre and nine-four
You what I'm sayin'?
Get in where you fit in,

you need a check up from the neck up

out
Fuck bitches, man
Fuck bitches, $hort
get out of here, man