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That Nigga Ain't Shit!


Mystikal Lyrics

 

That Nigga Ain't Shit! Lyrics

That Nigga Ain't Shit! by Mystikal


Nigga you ain't sh*t

I woke up this morning dick rock hard
Had to p**s so bad, that sh*t made me say God Lord!
Dick 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 ? down my pants
I was rolling to meet this b**ch in bout an hour (what you did)
????? and grabbed and towled and jumped my stankin ass in the shower
And now i'm feelin better, at least i'm smellin better
Instead of a combination of pussy and cheddar
I still smelled like last night's f**k
So washed my lips, fingertips, but I can't forget to wipe under the nuts
Blow my nose, wash my toes, then my a**hole
Foggin up the mirrors, ?? all my f**kin clothes
Ain't that a b**ch, i'm already runnin late
Thinkin I ain't got to do nothin, now I gotta change my outfit
Stepped to the closet and scanned the wardrobe
Seen that silk shirt, Tommy, f**k it, i'll wear that Polo though
Girbauds and Polo socks
Slipped on the Fila's cause it was too hot to bust the Timbo 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**ch I just f**ked that stankin sl*t
Thats the thought for the day
I'm bouts to cut that hoe (why) she can't f**k anyways
Now i'm back on my mission
But before I hit the f**kin front door, gots to hit the kitchen
Cause all the ? is gettin bigger
Man, I ain't ate sh*t (dawg, ain't you hungry)
dawg, hungrier than three niggas
Grits and oatmeal, no time to cook though
f**k 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 ?, and the keys
And now i'm ready for the street
Lookin neat, smellin sweet from my teeth to my f**kin feet
I guees it's part of my job (what job nigga)
Being colder then cold, smoother then smooth, sharper then sharp
So if you catch my in the club don't say sh*t
Sweatin a nigga like Micheal ?? Tyler don't pay b**ch
Cause I ain't that nigga thats gonna play with ya
Or stay with ya, but i'll damn sure lay with ya
Cause i'm that type of nigga to tell a b**ch that I love em quick
Better but not beleive it though (why) cause I ain't bout sh*t

That nigga ain't sh*t
That nigga ain't bout sh*t
That nigga ain't sh*t
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