| Song | All My Bitches - Explicit Version |
| Artist | Da Brat |
| Album | Unrestricted |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cox, Da Brat, Dupri | |
| Where my bitches at? | |
| Where is all my bitches at? | |
| This motherfucker right here, | |
| This for all ya'll motherfuckers | |
| You a bitch, you a bitch, i'm a bitch, | |
| We all bitches, | |
| In this motherfucking game | |
| Just be a bad bitch, | |
| When you be a bitch [Verse 1] | |
| I wakes up from dreaming of money, | |
| To thinking of money | |
| On a daily basis, | |
| Make sure the money | |
| Make the way to the safe | |
| Put your bet's on the "b" to the "ra" | |
| From the west side of chi' "t", | |
| Niggers want to ride with me | |
| Cause i'm the live-est, | |
| Get high with me | |
| Cause i'm fly | |
| Obsessed with me | |
| Cause i'm shy | |
| No matter which whip i pick, | |
| And butt-kick your little buckets | |
| And leave your face with a disgusted look | |
| As you bite the dust | |
| I get them big things | |
| This is hard shit, head bob, | |
| Breakin your neck, | |
| Raw shit My bitches keep hollin' "dollas" "til'god" | |
| Call us And it don't quit | |
| Till the earth split | |
| This bitch | |
| A baller wit' it | |
| In a black jag, | |
| It's a fact that, | |
| Brat the first solo | |
| To go platt, | |
| And if it sound like i'm braggin,' | |
| I am, cause i'm proud of myself, | |
| Pat a bitch on the back, | |
| Damn...straight to the bank i go | |
| Created a game plan | |
| That ya'll follow | |
| Switch four in the diablo | |
| Vacationin' morocco | |
| Keep chasin' the papers faithfully | |
| And cause i get it | |
| Niggas permanently hatin' me | |
| Fuckem' I'm talkin' to... | |
| Hook: All my bitches | |
| That live the hood life, | |
| Good life, | |
| My bitches | |
| That don't need | |
| A nigger for shit | |
| Bitches wit a | |
| Game plan, | |
| Rockin' Name brand, | |
| I dedicates this one to you | |
| I'm talkin' too... | |
| All my bitches | |
| That live the hood life, | |
| Good life, | |
| My bitches | |
| That don't need | |
| A nigger for shit, | |
| Bitches, Niggas gotta holla at | |
| Screamin "where them dollars at" | |
| I dedicates this one to you... [Verse 2] | |
| From the start i was in a hurry to crawl, | |
| And walk slap niggas before i could hardly talk. | |
| Now i gottem'on they knees screamin' | |
| That's what the fuck i thought | |
| No matter how i part the braids | |
| Hear ya'll chatter when i rock it straight. | |
| I'ma bad bitch even when the style flipped | |
| I get paid cause dough come fast in large amounts | |
| Too much for one nigger to count | |
| You must not know how a so so def hoe bounce | |
| To bust open another niggas accounts and be out | |
| To the tellee or the atm in a 750 gray bm | |
| Made a motherfucker pay for the rims | |
| I fucked his friend but it's all good | |
| He understood the way i live my life, my life | |
| That i can't depend on nobody | |
| For me to survive and stay high. | |
| Where all my bitches at? | |
| Girls Make 'em love to hate us | |
| And whether you classy to dick suckin' | |
| Or a trashy bitch get your papers | |
| I gotta eat throw these bows | |
| Silently creep on these hoes | |
| That's robbin' my flows you impostors to me | |
| Prophets is all i see i ain't got time for beef, | |
| So i rhyme for cheese financially stable, | |
| Tryin' to make g's and i'm talkin' to | |
| Hook [Verse 3] | |
| And since i cover the mortgage, | |
| The car note, the porsche, and the condo | |
| We still smokin' | |
| Dollar signs are all i see excuse me, | |
| I got to cut the line leave you niggas behind | |
| For the third time and shine on purpose | |
| Blind'em every time i surface | |
| If an aries hurt you you must deserve it | |
| Every bit of a dime is worth it, | |
| Keep on swerving not perfect | |
| But striving for that working with diamonds, | |
| And flirting with the finest cats, | |
| Desert the broke niggas that still live | |
| With their momma's at | |
| Provoke most to wanna wine a dine brat, | |
| Cause i'm dope from coast to coast | |
| Guarantee to fall in love with me | |
| After just one toast, | |
| Smoke weed that'll make you say, | |
| I ain't never getting' high again | |
| Niggas always wanna see what i'm riding in | |
| So i slide in the benz outfit match | |
| From head to tims | |
| Rims you aint seen before fein for doe, | |
| Screamin' cream for mo and mo, | |
| Reap the benefits if it's free shit, | |
| I take gifts in all shapes and sizes | |
| And diamonds is my favorite wish, | |
| Picture me rich a genious, | |
| When it comes to me collecting these chips, | |
| And this to... | |
| Hook |
| zuo ci : Cox, Da Brat, Dupri | |
| Where my bitches at? | |
| Where is all my bitches at? | |
| This motherfucker right here, | |
| This for all ya' ll motherfuckers | |
| You a bitch, you a bitch, i' m a bitch, | |
| We all bitches, | |
| In this motherfucking game | |
| Just be a bad bitch, | |
| When you be a bitch Verse 1 | |
| I wakes up from dreaming of money, | |
| To thinking of money | |
| On a daily basis, | |
| Make sure the money | |
| Make the way to the safe | |
| Put your bet' s on the " b" to the " ra" | |
| From the west side of chi' " t", | |
| Niggers want to ride with me | |
| Cause i' m the liveest, | |
| Get high with me | |
| Cause i' m fly | |
| Obsessed with me | |
| Cause i' m shy | |
| No matter which whip i pick, | |
| And buttkick your little buckets | |
| And leave your face with a disgusted look | |
| As you bite the dust | |
| I get them big things | |
| This is hard shit, head bob, | |
| Breakin your neck, | |
| Raw shit My bitches keep hollin' " dollas" " til' god" | |
| Call us And it don' t quit | |
| Till the earth split | |
| This bitch | |
| A baller wit' it | |
| In a black jag, | |
| It' s a fact that, | |
| Brat the first solo | |
| To go platt, | |
| And if it sound like i' m braggin,' | |
| I am, cause i' m proud of myself, | |
| Pat a bitch on the back, | |
| Damn... straight to the bank i go | |
| Created a game plan | |
| That ya' ll follow | |
| Switch four in the diablo | |
| Vacationin' morocco | |
| Keep chasin' the papers faithfully | |
| And cause i get it | |
| Niggas permanently hatin' me | |
| Fuckem' I' m talkin' to... | |
| Hook: All my bitches | |
| That live the hood life, | |
| Good life, | |
| My bitches | |
| That don' t need | |
| A nigger for shit | |
| Bitches wit a | |
| Game plan, | |
| Rockin' Name brand, | |
| I dedicates this one to you | |
| I' m talkin' too... | |
| All my bitches | |
| That live the hood life, | |
| Good life, | |
| My bitches | |
| That don' t need | |
| A nigger for shit, | |
| Bitches, Niggas gotta holla at | |
| Screamin " where them dollars at" | |
| I dedicates this one to you... Verse 2 | |
| From the start i was in a hurry to crawl, | |
| And walk slap niggas before i could hardly talk. | |
| Now i gottem' on they knees screamin' | |
| That' s what the fuck i thought | |
| No matter how i part the braids | |
| Hear ya' ll chatter when i rock it straight. | |
| I' ma bad bitch even when the style flipped | |
| I get paid cause dough come fast in large amounts | |
| Too much for one nigger to count | |
| You must not know how a so so def hoe bounce | |
| To bust open another niggas accounts and be out | |
| To the tellee or the atm in a 750 gray bm | |
| Made a motherfucker pay for the rims | |
| I fucked his friend but it' s all good | |
| He understood the way i live my life, my life | |
| That i can' t depend on nobody | |
| For me to survive and stay high. | |
| Where all my bitches at? | |
| Girls Make ' em love to hate us | |
| And whether you classy to dick suckin' | |
| Or a trashy bitch get your papers | |
| I gotta eat throw these bows | |
| Silently creep on these hoes | |
| That' s robbin' my flows you impostors to me | |
| Prophets is all i see i ain' t got time for beef, | |
| So i rhyme for cheese financially stable, | |
| Tryin' to make g' s and i' m talkin' to | |
| Hook Verse 3 | |
| And since i cover the mortgage, | |
| The car note, the porsche, and the condo | |
| We still smokin' | |
| Dollar signs are all i see excuse me, | |
| I got to cut the line leave you niggas behind | |
| For the third time and shine on purpose | |
| Blind' em every time i surface | |
| If an aries hurt you you must deserve it | |
| Every bit of a dime is worth it, | |
| Keep on swerving not perfect | |
| But striving for that working with diamonds, | |
| And flirting with the finest cats, | |
| Desert the broke niggas that still live | |
| With their momma' s at | |
| Provoke most to wanna wine a dine brat, | |
| Cause i' m dope from coast to coast | |
| Guarantee to fall in love with me | |
| After just one toast, | |
| Smoke weed that' ll make you say, | |
| I ain' t never getting' high again | |
| Niggas always wanna see what i' m riding in | |
| So i slide in the benz outfit match | |
| From head to tims | |
| Rims you aint seen before fein for doe, | |
| Screamin' cream for mo and mo, | |
| Reap the benefits if it' s free shit, | |
| I take gifts in all shapes and sizes | |
| And diamonds is my favorite wish, | |
| Picture me rich a genious, | |
| When it comes to me collecting these chips, | |
| And this to... | |
| Hook |
| zuò cí : Cox, Da Brat, Dupri | |
| Where my bitches at? | |
| Where is all my bitches at? | |
| This motherfucker right here, | |
| This for all ya' ll motherfuckers | |
| You a bitch, you a bitch, i' m a bitch, | |
| We all bitches, | |
| In this motherfucking game | |
| Just be a bad bitch, | |
| When you be a bitch Verse 1 | |
| I wakes up from dreaming of money, | |
| To thinking of money | |
| On a daily basis, | |
| Make sure the money | |
| Make the way to the safe | |
| Put your bet' s on the " b" to the " ra" | |
| From the west side of chi' " t", | |
| Niggers want to ride with me | |
| Cause i' m the liveest, | |
| Get high with me | |
| Cause i' m fly | |
| Obsessed with me | |
| Cause i' m shy | |
| No matter which whip i pick, | |
| And buttkick your little buckets | |
| And leave your face with a disgusted look | |
| As you bite the dust | |
| I get them big things | |
| This is hard shit, head bob, | |
| Breakin your neck, | |
| Raw shit My bitches keep hollin' " dollas" " til' god" | |
| Call us And it don' t quit | |
| Till the earth split | |
| This bitch | |
| A baller wit' it | |
| In a black jag, | |
| It' s a fact that, | |
| Brat the first solo | |
| To go platt, | |
| And if it sound like i' m braggin,' | |
| I am, cause i' m proud of myself, | |
| Pat a bitch on the back, | |
| Damn... straight to the bank i go | |
| Created a game plan | |
| That ya' ll follow | |
| Switch four in the diablo | |
| Vacationin' morocco | |
| Keep chasin' the papers faithfully | |
| And cause i get it | |
| Niggas permanently hatin' me | |
| Fuckem' I' m talkin' to... | |
| Hook: All my bitches | |
| That live the hood life, | |
| Good life, | |
| My bitches | |
| That don' t need | |
| A nigger for shit | |
| Bitches wit a | |
| Game plan, | |
| Rockin' Name brand, | |
| I dedicates this one to you | |
| I' m talkin' too... | |
| All my bitches | |
| That live the hood life, | |
| Good life, | |
| My bitches | |
| That don' t need | |
| A nigger for shit, | |
| Bitches, Niggas gotta holla at | |
| Screamin " where them dollars at" | |
| I dedicates this one to you... Verse 2 | |
| From the start i was in a hurry to crawl, | |
| And walk slap niggas before i could hardly talk. | |
| Now i gottem' on they knees screamin' | |
| That' s what the fuck i thought | |
| No matter how i part the braids | |
| Hear ya' ll chatter when i rock it straight. | |
| I' ma bad bitch even when the style flipped | |
| I get paid cause dough come fast in large amounts | |
| Too much for one nigger to count | |
| You must not know how a so so def hoe bounce | |
| To bust open another niggas accounts and be out | |
| To the tellee or the atm in a 750 gray bm | |
| Made a motherfucker pay for the rims | |
| I fucked his friend but it' s all good | |
| He understood the way i live my life, my life | |
| That i can' t depend on nobody | |
| For me to survive and stay high. | |
| Where all my bitches at? | |
| Girls Make ' em love to hate us | |
| And whether you classy to dick suckin' | |
| Or a trashy bitch get your papers | |
| I gotta eat throw these bows | |
| Silently creep on these hoes | |
| That' s robbin' my flows you impostors to me | |
| Prophets is all i see i ain' t got time for beef, | |
| So i rhyme for cheese financially stable, | |
| Tryin' to make g' s and i' m talkin' to | |
| Hook Verse 3 | |
| And since i cover the mortgage, | |
| The car note, the porsche, and the condo | |
| We still smokin' | |
| Dollar signs are all i see excuse me, | |
| I got to cut the line leave you niggas behind | |
| For the third time and shine on purpose | |
| Blind' em every time i surface | |
| If an aries hurt you you must deserve it | |
| Every bit of a dime is worth it, | |
| Keep on swerving not perfect | |
| But striving for that working with diamonds, | |
| And flirting with the finest cats, | |
| Desert the broke niggas that still live | |
| With their momma' s at | |
| Provoke most to wanna wine a dine brat, | |
| Cause i' m dope from coast to coast | |
| Guarantee to fall in love with me | |
| After just one toast, | |
| Smoke weed that' ll make you say, | |
| I ain' t never getting' high again | |
| Niggas always wanna see what i' m riding in | |
| So i slide in the benz outfit match | |
| From head to tims | |
| Rims you aint seen before fein for doe, | |
| Screamin' cream for mo and mo, | |
| Reap the benefits if it' s free shit, | |
| I take gifts in all shapes and sizes | |
| And diamonds is my favorite wish, | |
| Picture me rich a genious, | |
| When it comes to me collecting these chips, | |
| And this to... | |
| Hook |