A for Angelina, tongue like anaconda
Lips like Angelina, ooh
B is for Bianca, she was a ballerina
Now she just a stripper, making singles to my singles
Ooh, C is for Chiquita, put banana on Chiquita
Introduced me to Diana, fucked Diana with Chiquita
So, D is for Diana, Diana like it deeper
So I get in her stomach like Mylanta at my leisure

And these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
Yeah, these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
Oh, these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
I swear to drunk I’m not God, yeah
Drops microphone, ooh
But I swear to drunk I’m not God, no

And the E is for Ebony, that pussy heavenly
Lord knows I be swimming in that thing like an aquarium
The F is for Felicia, freaky-ass Felicia
Ooh, I treat that pussy like a sleeping bag, Felicia
The G is for Gina
Her pussy so convenient, I mean it, ooh
She treat my dick like jalapeño
And my cum like Aquafina, she need it
The H for Holly, just like Hollygrove
And the I is for Ivanka, don’t let Donald know
And the J is for Joanne, I just call her Jo
What goes around comes around, K for Karma, so

These are my alphabet bitches, alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
I swear to drunk I’m not God, hey
Drops microphone
I swear to drunk I’m not god, yeah

The L is for Lisa, she like my libido
We do the La Bamba, I’m so multilingual
The M is for Melanie, she like my melodies
Don’t like my baby mamas, she be so negative
The N is for Natasha, that my little mama
She holler at me when she want that Oscar Mayer
She got a man, she tell me please do not remind her
He not romantic, I’m a scene from Casablanca
Ooh, she swallow the whole enchilada
Ooh, she get off her knees and say “De nada”
Ooh, she ask me “What’s the reason for the chopper?”
Girl, it’s a jungle out there, ask Mufasa
O is for Olivia
And the P is for Patricia
And the Q is for the Queen
The R is for Raven and the S for Sharlene

These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches, bitches, bitches
And these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
I swear to drunk I’m not God, no
Drops microphone
But I swear to drunk I’m not God

The T for Tatiana, she can put her legs behind her
She can bend all the way over, I just thank the Lord for that yoga
And the U is for Uma, the position assumer
She so flexible, we try angles like Bermuda
And the V is for Vanessa, voluptuous Vanessa
The W’s for Winter, I’m under the weather
And the X is for my exes, fuck ’em altogether
The Y is for Yolanda, the Z is for Zelda

And these are my alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
I swear to drunk I’m not God, yeah
Drops microphone, I swear to God I’m not God, oh
Drops microphone, I’d rather park and not drive, yeah
Drops Styrofoam, I can’t talk, I might cry, yeah

I say, I be on some G shit, I be on some G shit
Check that other nigga for that Louis shopping spree shit
Not me, bitch, no, you won’t rob me bitch, no
I said, I be on some G shit, I be on some B shit
When it comes to bitches I be on some A-to-Z shit
I’m me, bitch; this shit like ABC, 123, bitch
To me, bitch; I’m the alpha, the alpha D-O-G, bitch
S-R-Y for the W-A-I-T, bitch