All These Bitches - Gucci Mane feat Chief Keef, OJ Da Juiceman
I got hard d_ck fall on these b_tches
I get all their numbers [?] call these b_tches
No patience for their life, just kiss my wallet b_tches
N_ggas don't know nothing else, saw these n_ggas
[Gucci Mane:]
I got a b_tch I send on runs, I put the book back in my Benz
Got her f'in with the seatbelt strapped on it cause it's my friend
Breakin bricks down in my tent, I got bills stacked to my chin
Dime of jewels cost that n_gga a nail, watch yo boy cut off a limb
Look at me then look at him
Hard top Bentley, Bentley rim
F_ck 2 sisters with the cream
And I drop topped off, I broke the rims
Back to back, b_tch call them twins
Got a hard top X and a drop top M
Call my iceberg slim, can't f_ck with him
2K on weed, yeah that's a bill
If I 5K on lean, I'm leanin now
Drunk to a whole price, I'm a drink it down
Your girlfriend's a semen demon
Big Gwap she screamin out
Drop top Rari showing cleavage
I'm on Cleveland - call it believing
Knock your b_tch til I leave no reason
Take my b_tch and call it even
[Hook:]
I got hard d_ck for all these b_tches
I get all their numbers I don't call these b_tches
No patience for relations kiss my rarri b_tches
N_ggas don't know anything else, all these n_ggas
You can hold this 30 ounce for these n_ggas
You die we hit 40 steps for shawty n_ggas
We don't trust these b_tches or these n_ggas
Got the big face rollies 40 on us n_ggas
[OJ Da Juiceman:]
N_gga tried to knock me out
But these n_ggas extra salt
How in the hell you just start robbin? Come and try to test a boss
Play the hand that I was dealt
40 make you pay the mill
I don't send no n_ggas dawg, I do that sh_t by myself
Co-defendant that's a no
Play how that sh_t flyin cold
One thing bout yo jukebox n_gga, spray the p_ssy like a score
Since you p_ssy I'm a send these hollow tips down yo throat
Killa killa, murda murda, flip that n_gga like a burger
I don't shoot for legs, so you know ain't no tip in murder
And young Juiceman they were fine, made me put you on the murder
Smoke you like a cancer stick
Make yo mama dimmeloner
Talkin all that tough talk
But yo ass know you baloney
Wanna go to war? Make the Gatling talking like I'm Tony
[Hook:]
I got hard d_ck for all these b_tches
I get all their numbers I don't call these b_tches
No patience for relations kiss my rarri b_tches
N_ggas don't know anything else, all these n_ggas
You can hold this 30 ounce for these n_ggas
You die we hit 40 steps for shawty n_ggas
We don't trust these b_tches or these n_ggas
Got the big face rollies 40 on us n_ggas
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