All My Hoes lyrics

by

T.I.


[Verse 1]
Late night, hangin' on the corner (Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta)
East Long Beach, California
Daytonas when I run up on ya
Real dog, b*tch, tryna catch a boner
I get what I get, I'm a goner
And smoke more dope than a stoner
I sip what I sip when I sip
Don't flip when I trip on a b*tch, 'cause I'm on one
Haul ass for the cash...
Snoop Dogg came back for your ass
Grass and trees, ass up, b*tch, on your knees
Do what I please
I break the b*tch slow
Take her, make her get more
Even if she never sold her pus*y hole before
It's a slow process
Rub my fingers up your dress
Hold these nuts, it's a test
Hide this package in your breasts
Don't say no, always say yes
You are my, my best
Oh yeah, what it do?
That's why I wrote this song for you

[Hook]
All my b*tches, all my hoes
Fly ones, tight ones, and even the white ones
All my b*tches, all my hoes
Gang intervention, in your position
All my b*tches, all my hoes
Don't say sh*t, b*tch, keep it on the low
All my b*tches, all my hoes
For the Dogg, protocol, you know
[Verse 2]
I won't get caught, I refuse
A n*gga just chose, so I choose you
Really not tryna confuse you, or abuse you, or misuse you
It's back to the bed frame
Real P.I., all in your head game
I said it slow - woo-op, boo-op, now let it go
I got the b*tch that makes the most cash
I got the b*tch that's got the most ass
She's a lawyer with a visa
So I blaze my trees up
And she'll help my keep my Gs up
And that's what it do
That's why I wrote this song for you

[Interlude: Suga Free]

[Hook]
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