Love my niggas, but where's my bitches? I love my niggas, but where's my bitches? Love my niggas, but where's my bitches? I love my niggas, but where's my bitches?
[Chorus:] It's all good It's all right Fuck all day Fuck all night Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches East to the west coast, all my bitches
Yo, chickens is good for pluckin' So I'm stickin' bitches fuckin' Got 'em trickin' while they suckin' Give 'em dick, and they ain't buggin' I've done it all From mackin' two hos on a three-way Dominican hos on freeway Country hos in V-A And they all say the same about my game - it's tight That's why every night a different group of bitches start a fight Over some dick that they don't even own All I'm givin' 'em is the bone Blowin' up a niggas phone but ain't nobody home I'm in a zone tryin' to do things Let's turn this into a crew thing What's up, girlfriend, you game? No wonder why when I leave at night It's 'cause I thieve at night I'm leavin' bitches not breathin' right I fuck they head up with some slick shit Hit 'em off with some long dick shit Make it some quick shit, but rip shit Then I'm out, just like the trash on a Thursday Knowin' she'd be givin' up the ass on the first day
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Flocks of bitches by the dozens From sisters to cousins Got 'em doin' shit they said they wasn't Ever gonna do like knowin' I'd fuck the bitch that she was close to Still gave up the ass and dough; she was supposed to Pictures of bitches and flicks of chicks Videos with the baddest hos, sucking dick It's the dog in me that makes me do wrong Honies can't help but get strung (Why? 'Cause the game is too strong I like 'em greedy, black like Edi, eyes beady, willin' to give to the needy I done ran through 'em all From around the way bitches To them outta state hos I'm even hitting gay bitches All I tell 'em is "let me get that" Then it's on Knock her mothafuckin' boots And then I'm gone I got the white bitches sayin' "It's a black thing" 'Cause I leave that ho with no dough and plenty back pain
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Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got Who they can get shot by the way ya nigga's hip drop Walk up in the spot knowin' what she want strictly When hon wants the dickly, hon comes and gets me Hits me, pays me, doesn't get crazy Known to be swayze 'cause that's daddy's baby I keep them hos in check like the government Hittin' 'em off with nothin' but the dick, and they lovin' it Huggin' it like it's they best friend 'cause it is, word to mix Fuckin' with tricks is just biz I deal with strictly dimes Got 'em commitin' they first crimes Now she's suckin' dick for the first time And ain't no secret 'bout how I freak it when it's sleek it Never knew how I peeped it then creeped it That's how I know this must be that shit I tell them bitches "I'll be back" And they believe that shit
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I love my niggas, but where's my bitches? I love my niggas, but where's my bitches? I love my niggas, but where's my bitches? I love my niggas, but where's my bitches?