All My *** Are Gone-Too $hort/Ant Banks
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TXT All My *** Are Gone-Too $hort/Ant Banks 文本歌词
I used to have a lot of b**ches
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**ches love daddy
They had to share me
Or them b**ches 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 a**
And wouldn't give a f**k
Get out her pocket b**ch you gettin' beat up
You see me hangin' with them niggas like jock
And every single five mile b**ches gettin' popped
Well now I got a rep and they say I'm wrong
I beat my broad a** and she moved back home
Came in one night I was buzzin'
B**ch tried to front me for f**kin' her cousin
She started yellin' man the b**ch got raw
I took one step back
And went straight to her jaw
I gives a f**k that the b**ch left
Cause all she ever got was some good dick
And it really ain't sh*t to find another b**ch
Cause I'm a cool motherf**ker and I'm hella rich
(Yeah) Ant Banks in the house
And you know he knows
Grab the mic ni**a f**k these hoes
Yeah I'm thinkin' back 'fore a ni**a just came up
Playin' games with the b**ches
Thought a ni**a might change but
I was tight thinkin' everything's all right
Doin' the same sh*t to
A different b**ch every night
Just dickin'em down like a gigolo
So you gotta peep game from a ni**a though
I'm too young to get sprung so don't trip tell'em
(Ain't no love b**ch)
So let's speak about
A freak named Connie
F**ked the b**ch tough
Backstage at the Omni
I can't forget Constance
The b**ch is so dumb
Quick to lick my nuts
Suck my dick and just hum
And these are just some hoes
That a ni**a 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 ni**a stuck with no kind of get back
Now I even get shook by the hoodrats
Cause they know what the f**k 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 b**ches
Just made'em all leave today
But I know it won't last long
They sayin' f**k Ant Banks
Now all my b**ches is gone
All my b**ches are gone
Them b**ches bounced
I had a gang of'em now they can't be found
They ain't f**kin' with $hort Dog
Cause I'm from Oakland
You f**k with us b**ch
Somethin' gettin' broken
Your leg arm jaw nose pick a part
Oakland motherf**kers'll break your heart
Until you recognize game in your face
You's a punk a** b**ch
Ain't never been no place
I can't hold back now's the time
To leave your stank fake broke a** b**ches 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 ni**a f**kin' flight attendents
$hort Dog ain't nothin' but a dog beeyatch
(Ain't nothin' new ni**a come again)
All my b**ches are gone them b**ches cut
But I really don't give a f**k
I always knew I didn't need that hoe
I got the game from the motherf**kin' E S O
And you can tell when I hit the place
All them star struck b**ches jump in my face
And get shot to the curb like I'm the mob
Unless they givin' niggas blowjobs
Yeah and when a b**ch 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**k around
You'll get slapped hoe
For tryin' to f**k up the Ant Banks program
Steady saltin' with your stanky a** toe jams
You're mad cause I wouldn't spend no time
I'm with the homies makin' cash
Pullin' b**ches and writin' rhymes
I'm just doin' what I got to do
I'm not f**kin' with you
Because your funky a** cock is through
So now I gotta get some new hoes
Some old school b**ches
That's still ridin' trues and vogues
I want a freak with the gangsta look
That Ant Banks can hook
And the b**ch better know how to cook
Cause I'm a ni**a that'll eat some sh*t up
Macaroni steak collard greens
Or whatever the f**k
Yeah $hort you know how we do'em
Treat b**ches like red lights
And run right through'em
I got my mack on strong and my dick on long
So f**k it all my b**ches can stay gone
Mine too
You know what I'm sayin'
Yeah beeyatch
$hort Dog in the motherf**kin' house
Nah ni**a you in this motherf**ker
Bringin' this sh*t for nine tre and nine four
You know what I'm sayin'
Get in where you fit in hoes
Before you need a check up from the neck up
Peace out
F**k these b**ches man
F**k these b**ches $hort
Let's get out of here man
All My B**ches Are Gone - Too $hort
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