โหลดเพลง mp3 All These B**ches - Gucci Mane

I got hard dick fall on these b**ches
I get all their numbers call these b**ches
No patience for their life just kiss my wallet b**ches
*s don't know nothing else saw these *s
I got a b**ch 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 ni**a a nail watch yo boy cut off a limb
Look at me then look at him
Hard top Bentley Bentley rim
F**k 2 sisters with the cream
And I drop topped off I broke the rims
Back to back b**ch call them twins
Got a hard top X and a drop top M
Call my iceberg slim can't f**k with him
2K on w**d 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**ch til I leave no reason
Take my b**ch and call it even

I got hard dick for all these b**ches

I get all their numbers I don’t call these b**ches

No patience for relations kiss my rarri b**ches

*s don’t know anything else all these *s
You can hold this 30 ounce for these *s
You die we hit 40 steps for shawty *s
We don’t trust these b**ches or these *s

Got the big face rollies 40 on us *s
Ni**a tried to knock me out
But these *s 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 *s 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 ni**a spray the p**sy like a score

Since you p**sy I'm a send these hollow tips down yo throat
Killa killa murda murda flip that ni**a 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 a** know you baloney
Wanna go to war Make the Gatling talking like I'm Tony
I got hard dick for all these b**ches
I get all their numbers I don’t call these b**ches
No patience for relations kiss my rarri b**ches
*s don’t know anything else all these *s
You can hold this 30 ounce for these *s
You die we hit 40 steps for shawty *s
We don’t trust these b**ches or these *s
Got the big face rollies 40 on us *s