Gucci Mane - All These b**hes lyrics

I got hard dick fall on these b**hes I get all their numbers .. call these b**hes No patience for their life, just kiss my wallet b**hes n***as don't know nothing else, saw these n***as [Gucci Mane:] I got a b**h I send on runs, I put the book back in my Benz Got her f'in with the seatbelt strapped on it cuz it's my friend Breakin bricks down in my tent, I got bills stacked to my chin Dime of j**els cost that n***a a nail, watch yo boy cut off a limb Look at me then look at him Hard top Bentley, Bentley rim f** 2 sisters with the cream And I drop topped off, I broke the rims Back to back, b**h call them twins Got a hard top X and a drop top M Call my iceberg slim, can't f** with him sponsored links 2K on weed, yeah that's a bill If I 5K on lean, I'm leanin now Drunk to a whole price, I'ma 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**h til I leave no reason Take my b**h and call it even Hook: I got hard dick fall on these b**hes I get all their numbers .. call these b**hes No patience for their life, just kiss my wallet b**hes n***as don't know nothing else, saw these n***as You can hold this 30 up this 40 n***as You die, you hit, just 40 stress some shawty n***a We don't trust these b**hes or these n***as Big face Rollie 40, point us n***a [ OJ Da Juiceman:] n***a tried to knock me out But these n***as 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 n***as dawg, I do that sh** by myself Co-defendant that's a no Play how that sh** flyin cold One thing bout yo jukebox n***a, spray the p**y like a score Since you p**y I'ma send these hollow tips down yo throat k**a k**a, murda murda, flip that n***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 Hook: I got hard dick fall on these b**hes I get all their numbers .. call these b**hes No patience for their life, just kiss my wallet b**hes n***as don't know nothing else, saw these n***as You can hold this 30 up this 40 n***as You die, you hit, just 40 stress some shawty n***a We don't trust these b**hes or these n***as Big face Rollie 40, point us n***a