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too hort - all my bitches are gone lyrics

f/ ant banks

too $hort:

i used to have a lot of b-tches
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 b-tches love daddy
they had to share me or them b-tches 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 -ss and wouldn’t give a f-ck
get out her pocket, b-tch you gettin’ beat up
you see me hangin’ with them n-gg-s like jock
and every single five mile, b-tches gettin’ popped
well now i got a rep and they say i’m wrong
i beat my broad -ss and she moved back home
came in one night, i was buzzin’
b-tch tried to front me for f-ckin’ her cousin
she started yellin’, man, the b-tch got raw
i took one step back and went straight to her jaw
i gives a f-ck that the b-tch left
cause all she ever got was some good d-ck
and it really ain’t sh-t to find another b-tch
cause i’m a cool motherf-cker and i’m h-lla rich
(yeah) ant banks in the house and you know he knows
grab the mic n-gg-, f-ck these hoes

ant banks:

yeah, i’m thinkin’ back ‘fore a n-gg- just came up
playin’ games with the b-tches
thought a n-gg- might change but
i was tight thinkin’ everything’s all right
doin’ the same sh-t to a different b-tch every night
just d-ckin’em down like a gigolo
so you gotta peep game from a n-gg- though
i’m too young to get sprung so don’t trip, tell’em
(ain’t no love, b-tch)
so let’s speak about a freak named connie
f-cked the b-tch tough, backstage at the omni
i can’t forget constance, the b-tch is so dumb
quick to lick my nuts, suck my d-ck, and just hum
and these are just some hoes
that a n-gg- 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 n-gg- stuck with no kind of get back
now i even get shook by the hoodrats
cause they know what the f-ck they gon’ get
took for they cash and a mouth full of d-ck, huh
and i hate i gotta be that way
goin’ vicious on these b-tches
just made’em all leave today
but i know it won’t last long
they sayin’ f-ck ant banks
now all my b-tches is gone

too $hort:

all my b-tches are gone, them b-tches bounced
i had a gang of’em, now they can’t be found
they ain’t f-ckin’ with $hort dog
cause i’m from oakland
you f-ck with us b-tch, somethin’ gettin’ broken
your leg, arm, jaw, nose, pick a part
oakland motherf-ckers’ll break your heart
until you recognize game in your face
you’s a punk -ss b-tch, ain’t never been no place
i can’t hold back, now’s the time
to leave your stank fake broke -ss b-tches behind
and move on like a player
i’m knockin’ ghetto hoes and even squares
secretaries, nurses, and police women
i’m flyin’ first cl-ss, n-gg-, f-ckin’ flight attendents
$hort dog ain’t nothin’ but a dog, beeyatch
(ain’t nothin’ new n-gg-, come again)
all my b-tches are gone, them b-tches cut
but i really don’t give a f-ck
i always knew i didn’t need that hoe
i got the game from the motherf-ckin’ e-s-o
and you can tell when i hit the place
all them star-struck b-tches jump in my face
and get shot to the curb like i’m the mob
unless they givin’ n-gg-s bl-wj-bs

ant banks:

yeah, and when a b-tch 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 f-ck around
you’ll get slapped, hoe
for tryin’ to f-ck up the ant banks program
steady saltin’ with your stanky -ss toe jams
you’re mad cause i wouldn’t spend no time
i’m with the homies, makin’ cash
pullin’ b-tches and writin’ rhymes
i’m just doin’ what i got to do
i’m not f-ckin’ with you
because your funky -ss c-ck is through
so now i gotta get some new hoes
some old school b-tches
that’s still ridin’ trues and vogues
i want a freak with the gangsta look
that ant banks can hook
and the b-tch better know how to cook
cause i’m a n-gg- that’ll eat some sh-t up
macaroni, steak, collard greens, or whatever the f-ck
yeah $hort, you know how we do’em
treat b-tches like red lights and run right through’em
i got my mack on strong and my d-ck on long
so f-ck it, all my b-tches 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 motherf-ckin’ house
too $hort:
nah n-gg-, you in this motherf-cker
ant banks:
bringin’ this sh-t 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
f-ck these b-tches, man
f-ck these b-tches, $hort,
let’s get out of here, man

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