All My Bitches Are Gone Lyrics by Too Short

All My Bitches Are Gone Lyrics

    Too :

    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 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 :

    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 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
    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 , 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 :
    Mine too
    Ant banks:
    You know what i'm sayin'?
    Too :
    Yeah, beeyatch
    Ant banks:
    dog in the motherfuckin' house
    Too :
    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 :
    Before you need a check up from the neck up
    Ant banks:
    Peace out
    Fuck these bitches, man
    Fuck these bitches, ,
    Let's get out of here, man

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