Gucci Mane - All These Bitches lyrics

rate me

I got hard dick fall on these bitches

I get all their numbers .. call these bitches

No patience for their life, just kiss my wallet bitches

Niggas don't know nothing else, saw these niggas

[Gucci Mane:]

I got a bitch I send on runs, I put the book back in my Benz

Got her f'in with the seatbelt strapped on it cuz it's my friend

Breakin bricks down in my tent, I got bills stacked to my chin

Dime of jewels cost that nigga a nail, watch yo boy cut off a limb

Look at me then look at him

Hard top Bentley, Bentley rim

Fuck 2 sisters with the cream

And I drop topped off, I broke the rims

Back to back, bitch call them twins

Got a hard top X and a drop top M

Call my iceberg slim, can't fuck 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'ma 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 bitch til I leave no reason

Take my bitch and call it even

Hook:

I got hard dick fall on these bitches

I get all their numbers .. call these bitches

No patience for their life, just kiss my wallet bitches

Niggas don't know nothing else, saw these niggas

You can hold this 30 up this 40 niggas

You die, you hit, just 40 stress some shawty nigga

We don't trust these bitches or these niggas

Big face Rollie 40, point us nigga

[ OJ Da Juiceman:]

Nigga tried to knock me out

But these niggas 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 niggas dawg, I do that shit by myself

Co-defendant that's a no

Play how that shit flyin cold

One thing bout yo jukebox nigga, spray the pussy like a score

Since you pussy I'ma send these hollow tips down yo throat

Killa killa, murda murda, flip that nigga 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 dick fall on these bitches

I get all their numbers .. call these bitches

No patience for their life, just kiss my wallet bitches

Niggas don't know nothing else, saw these niggas

You can hold this 30 up this 40 niggas

You die, you hit, just 40 stress some shawty nigga

We don't trust these bitches or these niggas

Big face Rollie 40, point us nigga