Lyric That Nigga Ain t Shit!
Nigga you ain t shit
I woke up this morning dick rock hard
Had to piss so bad, that shit made me say God Lord!
Dick harder then a armadello
So I went in the bathroom and drained the little fellow
Flush the toilet, washed my hands
Took off my silk shirt, (whut else) and ? down my pants
I was rolling to meet this bitch in bout an hour (what you did)
????? and grabbed and towled and jumped my stankin ass in the shower
And now i m feelin better, at least i m smellin better
Instead of a combination of pussy and cheddar
I still smelled like last night s fuck
So washed my lips, fingertips, but I can t forget to wipe under the nuts
Blow my nose, wash my toes, then my asshole
Foggin up the mirrors, ?? all my fuckin clothes
Ain t that a bitch, i m already runnin late
Thinkin I ain t got to do nothin, now I gotta change my outfit
Stepped to the closet and scanned the wardrobe
Seen that silk shirt, Tommy, fuck it, i ll wear that Polo though
Girbauds and Polo socks
Slipped on the Fila s cause it was too hot to bust the Timbo high tops
I looked in the mirror one last time for kicks
Like I really had to check, like I ain t know I was the shit
Everything was in place
Pearly whites, brown complextion, daily braids and daily face
Mirror, mirror, wasup, who s the most stuck up
??? bitch I just fucked that stankin slut
Thats the thought for the day
I m bouts to cut that hoe (why) she can t fuck anyways
Now i m back on my mission
But before I hit the fuckin front door, gots to hit the kitchen
Cause all the ? is gettin bigger
Man, I ain t ate shit (dawg, ain t you hungry)
dawg, hungrier than three niggas
Grits and oatmeal, no time to cook though
Fuck it i ll grab that left-over cold cut combo
And now the stomachs at ease
I m bout the jet, but first grab the beeper, the ring, the ?, and the keys
And now i m ready for the street
Lookin neat, smellin sweet from my teeth to my fuckin feet
I guees it s part of my job (what job nigga)
Being colder then cold, smoother then smooth, sharper then sharp
So if you catch my in the club don t say shit
Sweatin a nigga like Micheal ?? Tyler don t pay bitch
Cause I ain t that nigga thats gonna play with ya
Or stay with ya, but i ll damn sure lay with ya
Cause i m that type of nigga to tell a bitch that I love em quick
Better but not beleive it though (why) cause I ain t bout shit
That nigga ain t shit
That nigga ain t bout shit
That nigga ain t shit
2x
I woke up this morning dick rock hard
Had to piss so bad, that shit made me say God Lord!
Dick harder then a armadello
So I went in the bathroom and drained the little fellow
Flush the toilet, washed my hands
Took off my silk shirt, (whut else) and ? down my pants
I was rolling to meet this bitch in bout an hour (what you did)
????? and grabbed and towled and jumped my stankin ass in the shower
And now i m feelin better, at least i m smellin better
Instead of a combination of pussy and cheddar
I still smelled like last night s fuck
So washed my lips, fingertips, but I can t forget to wipe under the nuts
Blow my nose, wash my toes, then my asshole
Foggin up the mirrors, ?? all my fuckin clothes
Ain t that a bitch, i m already runnin late
Thinkin I ain t got to do nothin, now I gotta change my outfit
Stepped to the closet and scanned the wardrobe
Seen that silk shirt, Tommy, fuck it, i ll wear that Polo though
Girbauds and Polo socks
Slipped on the Fila s cause it was too hot to bust the Timbo high tops
I looked in the mirror one last time for kicks
Like I really had to check, like I ain t know I was the shit
Everything was in place
Pearly whites, brown complextion, daily braids and daily face
Mirror, mirror, wasup, who s the most stuck up
??? bitch I just fucked that stankin slut
Thats the thought for the day
I m bouts to cut that hoe (why) she can t fuck anyways
Now i m back on my mission
But before I hit the fuckin front door, gots to hit the kitchen
Cause all the ? is gettin bigger
Man, I ain t ate shit (dawg, ain t you hungry)
dawg, hungrier than three niggas
Grits and oatmeal, no time to cook though
Fuck it i ll grab that left-over cold cut combo
And now the stomachs at ease
I m bout the jet, but first grab the beeper, the ring, the ?, and the keys
And now i m ready for the street
Lookin neat, smellin sweet from my teeth to my fuckin feet
I guees it s part of my job (what job nigga)
Being colder then cold, smoother then smooth, sharper then sharp
So if you catch my in the club don t say shit
Sweatin a nigga like Micheal ?? Tyler don t pay bitch
Cause I ain t that nigga thats gonna play with ya
Or stay with ya, but i ll damn sure lay with ya
Cause i m that type of nigga to tell a bitch that I love em quick
Better but not beleive it though (why) cause I ain t bout shit
That nigga ain t shit
That nigga ain t bout shit
That nigga ain t shit
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