Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All These Bitches, artist - Chief Keef. Date of issue: 27.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All These Bitches |
| I got hard dick for all these bitches |
| I get all their numbers I don’t call these bitches |
| No patience for relations kiss my Rari bitches |
| Niggas don’t know us we never 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 M&M, why? |
| So bright cut off a limb |
| Look at me then look at him |
| Hard top Bentley Bentley rims |
| Fucked two sisters wet the crib |
| In a drop top dunk I broke the rims |
| Back to back bitch call them twins |
| Got a hard top x and a drop top m |
| Call me iceberg slim can’t fuck with him |
| 2k on weed — hell, that’s a deal |
| 5k on lean, I’m leaning now |
| Drunk two whole pints, I’m dreaming now |
| Your girlfriends a semen demon |
| Big Guwop she screaming out |
| Drop top Rarri showing cleavage, I’m on Cleveland, call it Bleveland |
| Knocked your bitch don’t need no reason |
| Take my bitch then call it even |
| I got hard dick for all these bitches |
| I get all their numbers I don’t call these bitches |
| No patience for relations kiss my Rari bitches |
| 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 bitches or these niggas |
| Got the big face Rollies 40 on us niggas |
| 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 shit by myself |
| Co-defendant that’s a no |
| Can’t have that shit fly in court |
| One thing about young juice my |
| Niggas spied the pussy like a scope |
| Since you pussy I’ma send these hollow tips down your throat |
| Killa killer murder murder flip that nigga like a burger |
| I don’t shoot for legs so you know ain’t no attempted murder |
| And Young Juice man stay with fire |
| Make me put you on a burner |
| Smoke you like a cancer stick |
| Make your mom and them alone |
| Talking all that tough talk but your ass know you bologna |
| Born to go to war, man you got me talking like I’m Kony |
| I got hard dick for all these bitches |
| I get all their numbers I don’t call these bitches |
| No patience for relations kiss my Rari bitches |
| 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 bitches or these niggas |
| Got the big face Rollies 40 on us niggas |