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letra de u ain't shit - nate the prophet

[intro]
you know what i’m saying, this’ll be just, real brief
you know i’ma be real brief with you insta
but i got some b-tches out here think they’re hot
sh-t, man you see how i did the, yeah, that many t’s
anyways…

[verse 1]
wow that’s a lot of likes, would you like a prize?
all these guys sending heart eyes, they just acting nice, but ho
you ain’t hot sh-t, just quit, you can suck a d-ck
think i give a sh-t about yo outfit, tellin’ lies never wanna admit
never wanna commit, saying men are hypocrites
you don’t know the half of it, say you’ll hate a fake
but your t-ts are counterfeit, say you got the cake
but the p-ssy lookin split, in half, she said she tryna smoke a half
got the money no? too bad, now she acting sad
kick that b-tch out of the pad
think you hip but you lame, hope you trip into flames
jenner lips with no brain, widest hips she love trains
i think she got some daddy problems
maybe nate could come and solve them, we stay bonding
through the chronic, p-ss her the marijuana, where the condom deposit the prophet rocket like it was promised, now ain’t it ironic that i’m writing this sonnet, most ho’s get me mad
i’m just being honest, break her off and she sad
realized that sh-t was toxic and now she spreading lies
and she’s f-cking other guys i don’t know why i was nice
i could not see through her lies that b-tch caught me by surprise but for that ho i’ll never cry and when i blow, don’t hit my line
bye bye, oh my, i’m fried
we breakup, no makeup, your makeup, is caked up
she wearing marc jacob, i’m laced up, i’m done with the corrupt
i have had enough i just need someone that i don’t slowly run from like a loaded handgun, pointed at my head, find me dead, still in bed waking up what i dread, baking up, break it up
roll a dutch, of the med, uh

she’s smoking so much, that she start to lose touch, found me f-cking my crush and she’s holding a grudge, but she is not mine
want her out of my life, told her leave me to die
she respond with alright, now i f-ck out of spite
just to have a good night, s-x helps the stress
she say i do it the best, swear she got demons she lookin possessed

insecure wickedness, you are not innocent, p-ssy is infamous
hit the g-string like i’m playing an instrument
call me the king like prince i’m a lyricist, f-ckin’ my team
now we all got the syphilis, she f-cked up my syllabus
last night hit it till her body was spiritless, no photo synthesis
her body a pyramid, only a god could have builded it
i’m coming with vigilance, mixed with my viciousness
to all the ho’s thats burdened with singleness, she single
i mingle she moan like a jingle, pop her throne like a pimple
alone in my temple, her fashion so simple, got the v-lone for rental but somehow she’s stuck in my mental
(why is she stuck in my mental?)

these girls can be careful and gentle, seem helpful and special
when really they stressful and tease like the devil, resemble a demon got beautiful eyes, those eyes beaming my beautiful mind
she seeing i’m usable tryna stay along for the ride
but i swallow my pride, confront all her lies, to make me feel guilt
she started to cry, but i am too wise, dry your eyes
i am not your last guy, get the f-ck out and never drop by
you’ve been denied, now go b-tch on insta
goodbye

[outro]
just ’cause you got some followers, likes, dm’s jumpin’
that don’t mean you’re hot sh-t you hear me, it really don’t
just ’cause you got a new fit you know what i’m sayin’
the guys gave you ’bout 400 likes on the g
you know what i’m sayin, that don’t mean you’re hot sh-t
no, miss me with that, it don’t
just cause ole’ buddy complimented you said you looked nice today that’s nice, you’re blessed, keep doing your thing
but that don’t mean you hot sh-t babygirl, slow your roll now
slow your roll, don’t ever think you’re too good for somebody
’cause you’re not, on my mama

- nate the prophet

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