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conejo - i got bitches from all over lyrics

[intro]
know i’m sayin’
es un reporte
i f-cked that b-tch
that b-tch
that b-tch
your b-tch
his b-tch
you know i’m sayin’
m-th-f-cking p-i-m-p
jugador
yeah
homie i got b-tches from all over
your b-tch might be my b-tch
that’s right
trick feel this
haha
listen

[verse 1]
i got b-tches from all over
european & such
dance floor 2 stepping
got the gat from the truck
louie vuton’d
hoe swinging the thong
i met her on the net
when she used to be blonde
and now she a brunette
after robbing connects
her ex-man got smoked
and his crew is in the feds
that’s how i met her
but she a shysty broad
she’ll set your -ss up
with them israeli mossads
but i come from l.a
not palestine
with a venezuelan model
getting brain in the ride
i dropped her -ss off
for my brazilian chick
them south american b-tches
out in cali the shit
out in cali we flip
so they flock to the whip
she go to u.c.l.a
but at night she strip
i went to pick her -ss up
from the stable of hoes
but it’s like 2 or 3 more
that’s just ready to go

[hook]
i got b-tches from all over
(here’s a hundred dollar bill girl)
(you know what to do)
i got b-tches from all over
exotic hoes
that when i tip a b-tch a c-note
she go straight to the pole
i got b-tches from all over
(go get me a twinkie)
(come back with your girl)
(for real though)
i got b-tches from all over
exotic hoes
that when i tip a b-tch a c-note
she go straight to the pole

[verse 2]
i got bomb females
in every section in los
they come to all the shows
they more then groupie hoes
they know all the lyrics
they see the spirits
it’s a hip hop séance
in the music they hear it
and my costa rican chica
dog think she a diva
ese f-ck the red carpet
homie just to receive her
she got a fever
i said she burning hot
so she find me on the block
and then we roll to her spot
but in the morning
my argentinean girl
is coming back with the cash
i got stashed in her truck
that’s what’s up
after we count we f-ck
so don’t mess with my pros
cause you could be touched
i called up
my thug misses from vegas
and she from sinaloa
stay stacking that paper
and we wanted
it’s like we bonnie and clyde
ese baby kept point
that’s my wifey in crime

[verse 3]
i met 2 colombianas
that said they was down
and they wanna make some duckets
taking shit out of town
they on the payroll
ese easy as that
everything went smooth
till the b-tches got cracked
i replaced em
with some dominican honeys
ese 3 thick b-tches
to the stable of bunnies
old money
they from a wealthy fam
but they down with the program
do whatever i ask
got game i’m a gangster
and i’ll gank a sucka
i’ll swerve with your lady
i’m a west side hustler
i don’t trust her
that’s why i left the room
a gold digging hoe
gonna find her doom
meditation
tell me she a piranha
told my j-panese ma
babe bring the katana
spark the chron up
before i flew back home
i’m on some p-i-m-p
tell your sisters it’s on

- conejo lyrics

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