All My b*tches lyrics

[Verse 1: Premo Rice]
Pull up on your block, I bet your b*tch want me
I grab a zip and roll a spliff up of some OG weed
My game spectacular, I’m taxin’ up a ho, ooh wee
I just be maxin’ her, relaxin’, tryna stay low-key
Don’t walk up to me tryna cool it, you ain’t my homie
I hit the scenes, I’m lookin’ meaner with some dope cooley
Your b*tch be cruisin’ for the choosin’, Uncle Sam, that’s me
Don’t give a damn about your man, b*tch, I am tryin’ to cheese
I keep my mackin’ up, never slackin’ up
b*tches act, they get to packin’ up, yeah, I’m dapper up
Coogi sauce, my dough be stackin’ up, stock is goin’ up
Let me know, b*tch, is you dope or what? You can roll with us
Let me shout out all my pretty b*tches, my PG b*tches
All the way out to D.C. b*tches, them geechy b*tches
Lay it down, pus*y-poppin’ b*tches, them thottin’ b*tches
Booties droppin’, keep it rockin’ b*tches
Back-out-the-eye[?] got plottin’ b*tches, all my b*tches

[Chorus: Premo Rice]
Don’t ever leave your b*tch ‘round me, ‘cause I’m that n*gga
Your b*tch is gettin' f*cked right now, n*gga
Don’t ever leave your b*tch ‘round me, ‘cause I’m that n*gga
'Cause you turned your head
Or your hoe will get slayed
Gettin' f*cked
Don’t ever leave your b*tch ‘round me, ‘cause I’m that n*gga
She's gettin' f*cked!
Don’t ever leave your b*tch ‘round me, ‘cause I’m that n*gga
Tonight!
Or your hoe will get slayed
Uh!
[Verse 2: King Joe]
Welcome to the crib, baby, wipe your feet off
Shawty give that brain that you could cheat off
Tiana from North Atlanta, if I could recall
f*cked so good, she wanna cuff me, that’s that Steven Seagal
I just grabbed my coat, hoe, I gotta go
I’m a walkin’ pile of gold, ho, you gotta know
This for my n*ggas in a Maybach, shout my n*gga Toe[?]
And them b*tches at our shows, wipin’ bloody nose
Ayy, I call it how I see it
Everything in front of us, and we about to reach it
You watchin’ while we feastin’
I want a Continental, but Prem- want the Lincoln
We gon’ hop up out, I’m reekin’
That’s just how it go, every day the weekend
Ayy, your b*tch – she be geekin’

[Chorus: Premo Rice]
Don’t ever leave your b*tch ‘round me, ‘cause I’m that n*gga
Don’t ever leave your b*tch ‘round me, ‘cause I’m that n*gga
Or your hoe will get slayed
Don’t ever leave your b*tch ‘round me, ‘cause I’m that n*gga