Представляем точный текст композиции "All My Bitches" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Da Brat . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «All My Bitches» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Da Brat передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Da Brat - "All My Bitches"
Lyrics to All My Bitches : Typed by: dagoodnessone@aol.com Where my bitches at' Where is all my bitches at' This motherfucker right here, This for all yall motherfuckers You a bitch, you a bitch, im 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 bets on the "b" to the "ra" From the west side of chi "t", Niggers want to ride with me Cause im the live-est, Get high with me Cause im fly Obsessed with me Cause im 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" "tilgod" Call us And it dont quit Till the earth split This bitch A baller wit it In a black jag, Its a fact that, Brat the first solo To go platt, And if it sound like im braggin, I am, cause im proud of myself, Pat a bitch on the back, Damn...straight to the bank i go Created a game plan That yall follow Switch four in the diablo Vacationin morocco Keep chasin the papers faithfully And cause i get it Niggas permanently hatin me Fuckem Im talkin to... Hook: All my bitches That live the hood life, Good life, My bitches That dont need A nigger for shit Bitches wit a Game plan, Rockin Name brand, I dedicates this one to you Im talkin too... All my bitches That live the hood life, Good life, My bitches That dont 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 gottemon they knees screamin Thats what the fuck i thought No matter how i part the braids Hear yall chatter when i rock it straight. Ima 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 its all good He understood the way i live my life, my life That i cant 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 Thats robbin my flows you impostors to me Prophets is all i see i aint got time for beef, So i rhyme for cheese financially stable, Tryin to make gs and im 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 Blindem 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 mommas at Provoke most to wanna wine a dine brat, Cause im dope from coast to coast Guarantee to fall in love with me After just one toast, Smoke weed thatll make you say, I aint never getting high again Niggas always wanna see what im 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 its 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 [ All My Bitches Lyrics ]
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