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Tytuł: Niggas Ain't Shit

  • Wykonawca: Trina
  • Wy¶wietleń: 410
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
  
  Niggas ain't shit, but hoes and tricks
  Lick tha pearl tongue nigga keep tha dick
  Get tha fuck out after I cum
  So I can hop in my Coup and make a quick run
  
  [Trina]
  See, me and my boo's we got grands to use
  With terrible attitudes nigga, who needs you?
  Huh, you got your dirty ass feet on my couch
  and smokin motherfuckin weed in my house
  Is you sick yo?
  I want YOU to get him and your dogs,
  to stop grabbin doornobs, and hustle and rob
  or job, get tha fuck out of dodge (you heard that?)
  You eat me this evenin, you don't even deserve that
  cause I'm a bank roll havin bitch
  Mercedes Benz 6- double o havin bitch, I'm fabulous
  and immaculate with nice curves
  I game hers for the furs, and the Iceberg
  You got nerves, old broke ass, not havin no doe ass
  slow ass, stayin on my porch ass, yo yay your ass nigga
  you fake bitch, you make women hate dick, cuz you ain't shit
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Lois Lane]
  You that same old nigga
  with tha same low figures
  'cept the lies gettin bigga
  and the sex lacks the vigor
  Got used to the quickies, now your ass is just wack
  tryin to fuck my girl, behind my back, imajin that
  I told her go ahead and try it just for the laughter
  now whe're feelin bad for all tha hoes you're goin after
  Looks can be deceivin, and you're poppin much game
  Crib in your moms name, claim of fortune and fame
  Dressed in ICEBERG, senese still attached
  Rockin a gator, fake rolly, hollow links to match
  I sit back and watch, as you dig yourself deeper
  Digits all in your beeper, you want her, better keep her
  Last night you was all up in the club, slingin grips
  Slippin DJ Roslay, givin dick tips away
  Basically, you was holdin like you just went pro
  but little did they know, you was flossin my doe
  No, I got to go, before you cause a bitch to flick
  from waistline to the bottom, you know niggas ain't shit
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Trina]
  You ain't shit to me yo
  I'm spendin grands down in Rio
  Manaje` in trio, garage like it cee-lo
  4-5-6, Range Rov, 4.6 we lay low
  while ya'll hoes slob dick, you back in ballin ass
  Niggas ain't shit, taste the clit
  and y'all pussy lickin and shit
  wanna go low on me like a basement?
  That's why I don't see none of y'all
  You better reconize bitch, while I sit in front of y'all
  I don't owe you shit, nigga you owe me
  I'm bout to change the locks, nigga keep the gold key
  You better get your shit, take it to your mamy house
  I'm bout to show you what a bitch from Miami bout
  You got me fucked up, nigga ain't no free nut
  Unless you comin VVS marquis cut
  
  [Chorus (repeat til end)]