ฟังเพลงAll These B*tches (Explicit)

All These B*tches (Explicit) - C-Note/Gucci Mane/Cheif Keef/OJ Juice Man

I got hard d**k for all these *******

I get all their numbers

I don't call these *******

No patience for relations

Kiss my 'Rari *******

Saw these niggas

I got V12 sittin' on rims and

I parked the bull back in my Benz

Got a FN with a seatbelt strapped

On it 'cause it's my friend

Breaking bricks down in my den

I got bills stacked to my chin

Diamond jeans cost an MM why

So bright cut off a limb

Look at me then look at him

Hard top Bentley Bentley rims

****** two sisters wet the crib

In a drop top dunk I broke the rims

Back to back ***** call them twins

Got a hard top X and a drop top M

Call me Iceberg Slim can't **** with him

2K on w**d hell that's a deal

5K on lean I'm leanin' now

Drunk two whole pints I'm dreaming now

Your girlfriends a semen demon

Big Guwop she screaming out

Drop top 'Rari showing cleavage

I'm on Cleveland call it Bleveland

Knocked your ***** don't need no reason

Take my ***** then call it even

I got hard d**k for all these *******

I get all their numbers I don't call these *******

No patience for relations kiss my 'Rari *******

Niggas don't know us we never saw these niggas

You can hold this 30 out this 40 nigga

40 nigga

You die you hit Forgis that's on Shawty nigga

Shawty nigga

We don't trust these ******* or these niggas

Got the big face Rollies 40 pointers nigga

Nigga tried to knock me off

But these niggas extra soft

How the hell you just start robbing

Come and try and test a boss

Played the hand that I was dealt

40 make you patty melt

I don't send no niggas dawg

I do that **** by myself

Co-defendant that's a no

Can't have that **** fly in court

One thing about young juice my niggas

Spot a p***y like a scope

Since you p***y I'ma send these hollow

Tips down your throat

Killer-killer murder-murder

Flip that nigga like a burger

I don't shoot for legs so

You know ain't no 'tempted murder

And young juiceman stay with fire

Make me put you on a burner

Smoke you like a cancer stick

Make your mom them a loner

Talking all that tough talk

But your a*s know you baloney

Born to go to war

I got hard d**k for all these *******

All these *******

I get all their numbers

I don't call these *******

No patience for relations

Kiss my 'Rari *******

Niggas don't know us

We never saw these niggas

You can hold this 30 out this 40 nigga

You die you hit Forgis

That's on Shawty nigga

We don't trust these

******* or these niggas

Got the big face Rollies 40 pointers nigga

Pointers nigga