Текст (слова) песни: Too $hort f Ant Banks - All My Bitches Are Gone

 
Too $hort: 
 
I used to have a lot of bitches 
Straight down for me 
Doin` anything I said, even hoe on the street 
But I`m a dog and I dog my broads 
Guerrilla pimpin`, drivin` four door cars 
Ain`t got no kids but them bitches love daddy 
They had to share me or them bitches couldn`t have me 
Cause I`m a Mack with a capital M 
Call me $hort Dog baby, put the P in the Pimp 
I keep my foot in your ass and wouldn`t give a fuck 
Get out her pocket, bitch you gettin` beat up 
You see me hangin` with them niggas like jock 
And every single five mile, bitches gettin` popped 
Well now I got a rep and they say I`m wrong 
I beat my broad ass and she moved back home 
Came in one night, I was buzzin` 
Bitch tried to front me for fuckin` her cousin 
She started yellin`, man, the bitch got raw 
I took one step back and went straight to her jaw 
I gives a fuck that the bitch left 
Cause all she ever got was some good dick 
And it really ain`t shit to find another bitch 
Cause I`m a cool motherfucker and I`m hella rich 
(Yeah) Ant Banks in the house and you know he knows 
Grab the mic nigga, fuck these hoes 
 
Ant Banks: 
 
Yeah, I`m thinkin` back `fore a nigga just came up 
Playin` games with the bitches 
Thought a nigga might change but 
I was tight thinkin` everything`s all right 
Doin` the same shit to a different bitch every night 
Just dickin`em down like a gigolo 
So you gotta peep game from a nigga though 
I`m too young to get sprung so don`t trip, tell`em 
(Ain`t no love, bitch) 
So let`s speak about a freak named Connie 
Fucked the bitch tough, backstage at the Omni 
I can`t forget Constance, the bitch is so dumb 
Quick to lick my nuts, suck my dick, and just hum 
And these are just some hoes 
That a nigga like tossed up, kinda crossed up 
Turned out and lost but I ain`t trippin` 
They all got tramped 
Used and abused till they all just vamped 
And left a nigga stuck with no kind of get back 
Now I even get shook by the hoodrats 
Cause they know what the fuck they gon` get 
Took for they cash and a mouth full of dick, huh 
And I hate I gotta be that way 
Goin` vicious on these bitches 
Just made`em all leave today 
But I know it won`t last long 
They sayin` fuck Ant Banks 
Now all my bitches is gone 
 
Too $hort: 
 
All my bitches are gone, them bitches bounced 
I had a gang of`em, now they can`t be found 
They ain`t fuckin` with $hort Dog 
Cause I`m from Oakland 
You fuck with us bitch, somethin` gettin` broken 
Your leg, arm, jaw, nose, pick a part 
Oakland motherfuckers`ll break your heart 
Until you recognize game in your face 
You`s a punk ass bitch, ain`t never been no place 
I can`t hold back, now`s the time 
To leave your stank fake broke ass bitches behind 
And move on like a player 
I`m knockin` ghetto hoes and even squares 
Secretaries, nurses, and police women 
I`m flyin` first class, nigga, fuckin` flight attendents 
$hort Dog ain`t nothin` but a dog, beeyatch 
(Ain`t nothin` new nigga, come again) 
All my bitches are gone, them bitches cut 
But I really don`t give a fuck 
I always knew I didn`t need that hoe 
I got the game from the motherfuckin` E-S-O 
And you can tell when I hit the place 
All them star-struck bitches jump in my face 
And get shot to the curb like I`m the mob 
Unless they givin` niggas blowjobs 
 
Ant Banks: 
 
Yeah, and when a bitch wanna flirt 
I put in work, treat`em all like dirt 
And watch them get they feelin`s hurt 
Cause I`m a mack, hoe, listen to this rap, hoe 
And you will know not to fuck around 
You`ll get slapped, hoe 
For tryin` to fuck up the Ant Banks program 
Steady saltin` with your stanky ass toe jams 
You`re mad cause I wouldn`t spend no time 
I`m with the homies, makin` cash 
pullin` bitches and writin` rhymes 
I`m just doin` what I got to do 
I`m not fuckin` with you 
Because your funky ass cock is through 
So now I gotta get some new hoes 
Some old school bitches 
That`s still ridin` trues and vogues 
I want a freak with the gangsta look 
That Ant Banks can hook 
And the bitch better know how to cook 
Cause I`m a nigga that`ll eat some shit up 
Macaroni, steak, collard greens, or whatever the fuck 
Yeah $hort, you know how we do`em 
Treat bitches like red lights and run right through`em 
I got my mack on strong and my dick on long 
So fuck it, all my bitches can stay gone 
 
Too $hort: 
Mine too 
Ant Banks: 
You know what I`m sayin`? 
Too $hort: 
Yeah, beeyatch 
Ant Banks: 
$hort Dog in the motherfuckin` house 
Too $hort: 
Nah nigga, you in this motherfucker 
Ant Banks: 
Bringin` this shit for nine-tre and nine-four 
You know what I`m sayin`? 
Get in where you fit in, hoes 
Too $hort: 
Before you need a check up from the neck up 
Ant Banks: 
Peace out 
Fuck these bitches, man 
Fuck these bitches, $hort, 
Let`s get out of here, man
 

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