All my bitches bad, Cruella de Vil
Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil
All my bitches bad, Cruella de Vil
Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil
All my bitches bad and they love to ride like I’m Six Flags
I hit it so hard she get whiplash, put that ass in a motherfucking body bag
She stroking on my joystick, call my dick her Playstation
She love it when I hit it doggy-style, just like a Dalmatian
Girl, shake that ass a little
Show me what you got, ho Homie you just make her drizzle, I make that pussy downpour
Oops, she wouldn’t let you hit? I hit the second I met
She already gave me that so she’ll never get my respect
I said ooh, that’s your girl? Ask her how my dick tastes
I fuck her once and I’m outie, she text me say I got sick ways
She say you’re just a pig, I guess that’s why I porked you girl
I’m not really an asshole, if you heard my songs then I warned you
All my bitches bad, but if you seen a show then you knew that
In the club like bitches Hue Mack, throw racks on racks on your racks
Like damn, that’s your girl? You must not make her happy
I got your lady tweeting her boobies at me Sorry, I’m a raunchy dude
You can’t really blame me though
Hit it then pass it like Rondo do, then sorry boo I gots to go Got another city to be in, bitch I’m on a roll
And I don’t pay for shit, this route I’m on don’t have no tolls
A little bit out of control, I don’t care, not even a little
Got your bitches sandwiching me and they trying to get the pickles
Screaming «fuck love, that’s overrated», rather have your bitch naked
Don’t give two fucks about who hates it, with 101 bitches and they all wasted