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letra de you ain't that fine - potluck

[verse 1: 1ton]
i don’t mean to be mean, believe me, no
no, you can’t have my email, my sell, or my home phone
i hit that home grown, watch how these hoes grow
if you got these riches, you making these little b-tches moan
girls walking around, talking about a free ride
you thinking you getting in the car, and you gon get mine?
if the thuggin ain’t workin, the villains for cirtain
to get payed, then them dudes be skirtin
lose lose situation, they pationtly daten
they split apart, waitin for this penetration
they getting f-cked to death, they getting f-cked in the head
they still be thinking they cool, but no, i’m not impressed
new dresses and at-tudes have arived
you choose to tell lies, still fool with h-lla guys
you’s a wannabe, b-tch
said you wanted me, but you gotta be blind, b-tch, you ain’t that fine

[chorus: bosko]
a groopi for the green, wanna be on my team
you ain’t that fine
why you come to the club, if you ain’t showin no love?
you ain’t that fine
just cause your friend look good, don’t mean you look good
you ain’t that fine
girl you look like a nickle, but you think you a dime
you ain’t that fine

[verse 2: e-40]
man, i hate a stuck up, conceited -ss braud
thinkin she fine, but she the opisit, that’s all
you lil yot, i know your type
the fake hair and nails, and them b–bies don’t look right
you out here trying every night
tryna find a rescue ronny, get your -ss up right
b-tch, you got your ears mixed up
who the f-ck you think you fooling?
who you think i am, a sucker?
hoe, i stop you with my pimp cut
don’t come at me, unless you wanna get f-cked up
i still see you plannin on finger f-ckin
i’m a grown motherf-ckin man, i’ll roast your -ss like a duck
i’m down with the potluck
707, i’m on that cali, n-gg- what
drinkin r-ss and rum
you look good, but you ugley inside, you ain’t that fine

[verse 3: underrated]
it’s like a funny little game, more things change, more things stay the same
i say “honey, what’s your name?”
she say “not a damb thing”
girl i hate to burst your bubble, and don’t wanna cause no trouble
but you ain’t that fine
i been hollering for years, got a belly full of beers
but i tell them how it feels, you crying them tears
copped them toes, put a bro on top of those
just cause i’m rockin shows, doesn’t mean i talk to hoes
you think you fine, you not hot
you ain’t getting in my droptop
bosco made the beat, and i can tell him when the drop hot
walking switching your hips, and you sucking your lips, and didn’t you get them silicone t-ts?
why you wanna talk smack, acting like you all that
cause you ain’t that fine
so if you less than 7, better take this as a blessing
a slingshot, using s-x as a weapon

- potluck

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