Tytuł: You ain't shit

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   You aint shit
  Your daddy aint shit
  Your brother aint shit
  Your money aint shit
  Your lab aint shit
  Your rings aint shit
  Your gear aint shit
  Your dudes aint shit
  Your kicks aint shit
  Nigga Your whips aint shit
  Bobby you aint shit
  Nigga Im the shit
  
  You aint shit
  Your daddy aint shit
  Your brother aint shit
  Your money aint shit
  Your lab aint shit
  Your rings aint shit
  Your gear aint shit
  Your dudes aint shit
  Your kicks aint shit
  Your whips aint shit
  Bobby you aint shit
  Nigga Im the shit
  
  You aint shit
  Your daddy aint shit
  Your brother aint shit
  Your money aint shit
  Your lab aint shit
  Bobby you aint shit
  Your rings aint shit
  Your gear aint shit
  Your dudes aint shit
  Your kicks aint shit
  Your whips aint shit
  Bobby you aint shit
  Nigga Im the shit
  
  You aint shit
  Your daddy aint shit
  Your brother aint shit
  Your money aint shit
  Your lab aint shit
  Your rings aint shit
  Your gear aint shit
  Your dudes aint shit
  Your kicks aint shit
  Your whips aint shit
  Nigga Im the shit
  
  What the fuck yall birds talkin about
  Get the fuck out my house
  Before I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
  Bob digi
  Yeah you know who is he
  Girl I fuckin slave trade your ass like Kizzy Kinte
  
  You wish you could fuck
  Bitch all you could do is dick suck
  
  Fuck that
  You dont cook you dont clean
  Or press my jeans
  You dont scrub or wash clothes
  Or buy food
  Or make any food in this bitch
  
  No weave to the seas
  All you do is watch TV and smoke weed
  Get your nails done feet scrubbed and hair weaved
  Sleep all day
  Eat gain weight
  Cant breathe
  Talkin about you gonna leave
  Then bitch leave
  What the fuck you waitin for
  Hit the door
  I aint takin this shit no more
  
  Takin all my cream with gucci biddies and coach
  Before you moved in my last, bitch aint never seen a roach
  Stains on my carpet
  Bathroom smell like a fish market
  Take all the space in my closet
  Where the fucks your logic?
  
  Disrespected my old earth
  Aborted my child-birth
  Everyday I catch my credit card Inside your purse
  You cant speak a sentence without a curse
  Talkin about you gonna be a nurse
  Bitch to be a nurse you gotta go to school first
  
  When I first met you you were a hoe
  I tried to reform you
  Palm you, warn you
  Teach you and couldnt reach you
  But you still a hoe
  Your father said you were a hoe
  And when you leave me
  Bitch you gonna be a hoe
  
  Cellulite and gargoyle feet
  Id rather beat my meat
  Then ragged ass pussy a starvin dog wouldnt eat
  
  Started with the body of a model
  Pussy tight as a pharmacutacle bottle
  And could swallow a whole avocado
  And two forty ounce bottles
  To the end of the world with you I would follow
  Now when I fuck you the shit echo cuz your pussy is so hollow
  
  Turn your fat ass sideways
  Strech marks look like the US highways
  Fuck a new nigga every friday
  Talkin about bust a nut
  Bitch Ill bust your guts
  
  You wonder why I cum so quick
  With that wide ass pussy and saggy tits
  Im tryin to get the shit over with
  And go to sleep
  
  But when Im with my real freak on the weekend
  Baby we fuck for about two and a half hours to three
  You better steady the one to fourteen dollars of coachin the green
  About MGT and GCC
  
  Cuz you aint shit
  And your mother aint shit
  And your sister aint shit
  Your pussy aint shit
  That weave aint shit
  Your ass aint shit
  Girl you aint shit
  Your daddy aint shit