Dishes
All of my bitches
Either break bread
Or they good at doin' dishes
God as my witness
All of my bitches
All of my bitches
Either break bread
Or they good at doin' dishes
God as my witness
All of my
Bitch I'm a P-I
But that ain't yo B-I
Unless you wanna put in work
In them knee highs
I don't need my name
On signs neon
I just need you
To break down peons
Baby I could get it
I'm a hustla'
Baby you could get it
You a hoe
I could move the weight
I got muscle
Show me how far
You can go
Baby say she get it
By whatever it takes
I could tell by her face
She a river or lake
You know a body of water
Somebody daughter to slaughter
As long as they can afford her
She get it just how she want it
Man let me tell you somethin'
Nigga ain't lyin
The only thing I'm committin' to
Is muhfuckin' crime
I don't want labels
I just want stables
A bunch of bitches on my team
Willin' and able
She gon' do it for the dough
Or she gon' do it for the dope
When life get cold
Then this pimpin' is her coat
I put her on game
Turned the bitch to the goat
I be spittin' out smoke
Grab a thot by the throat
Nigga I ain't no joke
Man I ain't no joke
I ain't no motha' fuckin' joke
Either break bread
Or they good at doin' dishes
God as my witness
All of my bitches
All of my bitches
Either break bread
Or they good at doin' dishes
God as my witness
All of my
Bitch I'm a P-I
But that ain't yo B-I
Unless you wanna put in work
In them knee highs
I don't need my name
On signs neon
I just need you
To break down peons
Baby I could get it
I'm a hustla'
Baby you could get it
You a hoe
I could move the weight
I got muscle
Show me how far
You can go
Baby say she get it
By whatever it takes
I could tell by her face
She a river or lake
You know a body of water
Somebody daughter to slaughter
As long as they can afford her
She get it just how she want it
Man let me tell you somethin'
Nigga ain't lyin
The only thing I'm committin' to
Is muhfuckin' crime
I don't want labels
I just want stables
A bunch of bitches on my team
Willin' and able
She gon' do it for the dough
Or she gon' do it for the dope
When life get cold
Then this pimpin' is her coat
I put her on game
Turned the bitch to the goat
I be spittin' out smoke
Grab a thot by the throat
Nigga I ain't no joke
Man I ain't no joke
I ain't no motha' fuckin' joke
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Writer(s): Garry Richardson
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