All My Bitches Are Gone
Too $hort Lyrics
All My Bitches Are Gone Lyrics
All My Bitches Are Gone by Too $hort
Too $hort:
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 ass 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 ass 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 nigga, f**k these hoes
Ant Banks:
Yeah, I'm thinkin' back 'fore a nigga just came up
Playin' games with the b**ches
Thought a nigga 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 nigga 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 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 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
Too $hort:
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 ass b**ch, ain't never been no place
I can't hold back, now's the time
To leave your stank fake broke ass 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, nigga, f**kin' flight attendents
$hort Dog ain't nothin' but a dog, beeyatch
(Ain't nothin' new nigga, 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
Ant Banks:
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 ass 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 ass 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 nigga 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
Too $hort:
Mine too
Ant Banks:
You know what I'm sayin'?
Too $hort:
Yeah, beeyatch
Ant Banks:
$hort Dog in the motherf**kin' house
Too $hort:
Nah nigga, you in this motherf**ker
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**k these b**ches, man
f**k these b**ches, $hort,
Let's get out of here, man
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