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da brat – all my bitches lyrics

where my b-tches at?
where is all my b-tches at?
this motherf-cker right here,
this for all ya’ll motherf-ckers
you a b-tch, you a b-tch, i’m a b-tch,
we all b-tches,
in this motherf-cking game
just be a bad b-tch,
when you be a b-tch
verse 1
i wakes up from dreaming of money,
to thinking of money
on a daily basis,
make sure the money
make the way to the safe
put your bet’s on the “b” to the “ra”
from the west side of chi’ “t”,
n-gg-rs want to ride with me
cause i’m the live-est,
get high with me
cause i’m fly
obsessed with me
cause i’m shy
no matter which whip i pick,
and b-tt-kick your little buckets
and leave your face with a disgusted look
as you bite the dust
i get them big things
this is hard sh-t, head bob,
breakin your neck,
raw sh-t
my b-tches keep hollin’
“dollas”
“til’god”
call us
and it don’t quit
till the earth split
this b-tch
a baller wit’ it
in a black jag,
it’s a fact that,
brat the first solo
to go platt,
and if it sound like i’m braggin’,
i am, cause i’m proud of myself,
pat a b-tch on the back,
d-mn… straight to the bank i go
created a game plan
that ya’ll follow
switch four in the diablo
vacation’n morrocco
keep chasin’ the papers faithfully
and cause i get it
n-gg-s permanently hatin’ me
f-ckem’
i’m talkin’ too…
-hook-
all my b-tches
that live the hood life,
good life,
my b-tches
that don’t need
a n-gg-r for sh-t
b-tches wit a
game plan,
rockin’
name brand,
i dedicates this one to you
i’m talkin’ too…
all my b-tches
that live the hood life,
good life,
my b-tches
that don’t need
a n-gg-r for sh-t,
b-tches,
n-gg-s gotta holla at
screamin
“where them dollars at”
i dedicates this one to you…
verse 2
from the start
i was,
in a hurry
to crawl,
and walk,
slap n-gg-s
before i could hardly talk.
now i gottem’on
they knees
screamin’
that’s what the f-ck
i thought
no matter how
i part the braids
hear ya’ll chatter
when
i rock it straight.
i’ma
bad b-tch
even when the style,
flipped…
i get paid.
cause dough come fast
in large amounts
too much
for one n-gg-r
to count
you must
not know
how a so so def hoe
bounce
to bust open
another n-gg-s accounts,
and be out
to the tellee or the atm.
in a 750 gray bm
made a motherf-cker
pay for the rims
i f-cked his friend
but it’s all good,
he understood,
the way i live
my life, my life
that i can’t
depend on n-body
for me to survive
and stay high.
where all my b-tches at?
girls
make ’em love to hate us
and whether
you cl-ssy
to d-ck suckin’
or a trashy b-tch
get your papers
i gotta eat,
throw these bows
silently creep
on these hoes
that’s robbin’ my flows
you imposters
to me
prophets is all i see,
i ain’t got time
for beef,
so i rhyme for cheese
financially stable,
tryin’ to make g’s
and i’m talkin’too…
-hook-
verse 3
and since i
cover the mortgage,
the car note,
the porche, and the condo
we still smokin’
dollar signs are all i see
excuse me,
i got to cut the line
leave you n-gg-s behind
for the third time,
and shine on purpose
blind’em every time i surface
if a aries hurt you,
you must deserve it
every bit of a dime is worth it,
keep on swerving,
not perfect
but striving for that,
working with diamonds,
and flirting with
the finest cats,
desert the broke n-gg-s
that still live
with their momma’s at,
provoke most
to wanna wine a dine brat,
cause i’m dope
from coast to coast
guarantee to fall in love with me
after just one toast,
smoke weed
that’ll make you say,
i ain’t never getting’ high again
n-gg-s always wanna see,
what i’m riding in
so i slide in the benz,
outfit match
from head to tims,
rims you aint seen before
fein for doe,
screamin’ cream
for mo and mo,
reap the benefits
if it’s free sh-t,
i take gifts
in all shapes and sizes
and diamonds is my favorite wish,
picture me rich
a genious,
when it comes to me
collecting these
chips,
and this too…
hook

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