letra de that nigga ain't shit! - mystikal
n-gg- you ain’t sh-t
i woke up this morning d-ck rock hard
had to p-ss so bad, that sh-t made me say god lord!
d-ck 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 went to zippin down my pants
i was about to meet this b-tch in bout an hour (what you did)
? and grabbed and towled and jumped my stankin -ss in the shower
and now i’m feelin better, at least i’m smellin better
instead of a combination of p-ssy and cheddar
i still smelled like last night’s f-ck
so washed my lips, fingertips, but i can’t forget about under the nuts
blow my nose, wash my toes, then my -sshole
foggin up the mirrors, wettin up all my f-ckin clothes
ain’t that a b-tch, i’m already runnin late
what i gotta do now?, now i gotta change my outfit
stepped to the closet and scanned the wardrobe
seen that silk shirt, tommy, f-ck it, i’ll wear that polo though
girbauds and polo socks
slipped on the fila’s cause it was too hot to bust the mutumbo 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 sh-t
everything was in place
pearly whites, brown complextion, daily braids and daily face
mirror, mirror, wasup, who’s the most stuck up
? b-tch i just f-cked that stankin sl-t
thats the thought for the day
i’m bouts to cut that hoe (why) she can’t f-ck anyways
now i’m back on my mission
but before i hit the f-ckin front door, gots to hit the kitchen
cause dawg my hungers gettin bigger
man, i ain’t ate sh-t (dawg, ain’t you hungry)
dawg, hungrier than three n-gg-s
grits and oatmeal, no time to cook though
f-ck 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 wallet, the keys
and now i’m ready for the street
lookin neat, smellin sweet from my teeth to my f-ckin feet
i guees it’s part of my job (what job n-gg-)
being colder then cold, smoother then smooth, shiver then shive
so if you catch my in the club don’t say sh-t
sweatin a n-gg- like micheal f-ckin tyler don’t pay b-tch
cause i ain’t that n-gg- thats gonna play with ya
or stay with ya, but i’ll d-mn sure lay with ya
cause i’m that type of n-gg- to tell a b-tch that i love em quick
better but not beleive it though (why) cause i ain’t bout sh-t
that n-gg- ain’t sh-t
that n-gg- ain’t bout sh-t
that n-gg- ain’t sh-t
2x
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