All My Bitches Are Gone — текст песни (Too $hort f Ant Banks)

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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