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It's All Good Lyrics

Love my n*****, but where's my b******?
I love my n*****, but where's my b******?
Love my n*****, but where's my b******?
I love my n*****, but where's my b******?
[Chorus:]
It's all good
It's all right
f*** all day
f*** all night
Call my b****** 'cause wherever I go, y'all my b******
East to the west coast, all my b******

Yo, chickens is good for pluckin'
So I'm stickin' b****** f*****'
Got 'em trickin' while they suckin'
Give 'em d***, and they ain't buggin'
I've done it all
From mackin' two hos on a three-way
Dominican hos on freeway
Country hos in V-A
And they all say the same about my game - it's tight
That's why every night a different group of b****** start a fight
Over some d*** that they don't even own
All I'm givin' 'em is the bone
Blowin' up a n***** phone but ain't nobody home
I'm in a zone tryin' to do things
Let's turn this into a crew thing
What's up, girlfriend, you game?
No wonder why when I leave at night
It's 'cause I thieve at night
I'm leavin' b****** not breathin' right
I f*** they head up with some slick s***
Hit 'em off with some long d*** s***
Make it some quick s***, but rip s***
Then I'm out, just like the trash on a Thursday
Knowin' she'd be givin' up the a** on the first day
[Chorus x 2]

Flocks of b****** by the dozens
From sisters to cousins
Got 'em doin' s*** they said they wasn't
Ever gonna do like knowin' I'd f*** the b**** that she was close to
Still gave up the a** and dough; she was supposed to
Pictures of b****** and flicks of chicks
Videos with the baddest hos, sucking d***
It's the dog in me that makes me do wrong
Honies can't help but get strung (Why?
'Cause the game is too strong
I like 'em greedy, black like Edi, eyes beady, willin' to give to the needy
I done ran through 'em all
From around the way b******
To them outta state hos
I'm even hitting gay b******
All I tell 'em is "let me get that"
Then it's on
Knock her m**********' boots
And then I'm gone
I got the white b****** sayin' "It's a black thing"
'Cause I leave that ho with no dough and plenty back pain
[Chorus x 2]

b****** who get props 'cause they know who can get got
Who they can get shot by the way ya n****'s hip drop
Walk up in the spot knowin' what she want strictly
When hon wants the d***ly, hon comes and gets me
Hits me, pays me, doesn't get crazy
Known to be swayze 'cause that's daddy's baby
I keep them hos in check like the government
Hittin' 'em off with nothin' but the d***, and they lovin' it
Huggin' it like it's they best friend 'cause it is, word to mix
f*****' with tricks is just biz
I deal with strictly dimes
Got 'em commitin' they first crimes
Now she's suckin' d*** for the first time
And ain't no secret 'bout how I freak it when it's sleek it
Never knew how I peeped it then creeped it
That's how I know this must be that s***
I tell them b****** "I'll be back"
And they believe that s***

[Chorus x 4]

I love my n*****, but where's my b******?
I love my n*****, but where's my b******?
I love my n*****, but where's my b******?
I love my n*****, but where's my b******?
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