Too Hort All My Bitches Are Gone lyrics

Too Hort All My Bitches Are Gone lyrics

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Too Hort All My Bitches Are Gone lyrics

Send "Too Hort All My Bitches Are Gone" Ringtone to your Cell 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 Send "Too Hort All My Bitches Are Gone" Ringtone to your Cell Too Hort All My Bitches Are Gone lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Too Hort All My Bitches Are Gone lyrics @ ELyrics | Too Hort All My Bitches Are Gone lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Too Hort All My Bitches Are Gone lyrics @ Songlyrics | Too Hort All My Bitches Are Gone lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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