kool g. rap & dj polo - i ain't trickin' lyrics
[intro]
(bum) (bum b-tch, i ain’t trickin)
(bum) (bum b-tch, i ain’t trickin)
(i’m gettin rich but yo bum b-tch, i ain’t trickin)
[verse 1]
i’m only stickin, for none of you b-tches i ain’t trickin
i mean i ain’t buyin a b-tch a piece of fried chicken
i don’t believe in holidays, i don’t go on dates
i ain’t with the movies or puttin on a pair of skates
cause yo, i ain’t about goin out like a sucker
what we ain’t f-ckin? cool, i’m out this m-th-f-cka
because i was taught to only give a dog a bone
b-tch if you’re hungry, then take your f-ckin -ss home
cause yo, my mama didn’t raise no dummy
you ain’t suckin d-ck, you can’t get sh-t from me
i ain’t got a quarter cause i be d-mned if i support her
and i don’t give a f-ck if my hoes wear high waters
(yo g, what you got to say for all them b-tches out there
trinya get n-ggas for they money?)
b-tch, i ain’t got nothin
you need some dough, hoe, go watch somebody’s kids or somethin
cause i ain’t spendin no cash
and i can hear your stomach growlin while i’m crackin for the -ss
you tell me yes that’s fresh but if it’s no then it’s no
here’s you go, hoe, time for you to go
you want a n-gga that’s trickin?
don’t look at me, i ain’t no godd-mn magician
you better keep walkin past
cause even inside kentucky fried i never buy the -ss
pay me to put my d-ck in
cause my name ain’t doug henning b-tch, and i ain’t trickin
[verse 2]
i ain’t got sh-t for you peasants
and even santa clause want some p-ssy for his presents
that goes for all you money bandits
and if i come to your house you can’t believe i’m comin empty-handed
so don’t ask what did i bring
(so what i’m gettin for christmas?) not a godd-mn thing
b-tches try to get live
but if you’re holdin out your hand to me i’m slappin you five
i make it simple and plain
cab fare what b-tch? take the f-ckin train
(but it’s gettin ready to rain)
that’s real f-cked up, it’s a m-th-f-ckin shame
cause i’ma keep cryin broke
and the only thing you m-th-f-ckin b-tches get is gunsmoke
no limos or luxury liners
forget all that sh-t bout eatin out in a diner
all you can do is call me daddy
suck this d-ck and get a m-th-f-ckin beef paddy
five bucks is too steep
it’s all about leavin b-tches in a hotel asleep
b-tch got kids then i’ma duck her
you better go and find daddy to feed them little m-th-f-ckas
cause i’m only with the stickin
and spend a night but that’s right b-tch, i ain’t trickin
[verse 3]
i’m not tryin to give a hint
i’m comin straight out, don’t ask me for a red m-th-f-ckin cent
no trips to the beauty parlor
cause i could have a million bucks and won’t give up a d-mn dollar
and don’t tell me your moms is sick
cause you and your mother both can come suck my d-ck
you want a ring with five carats?
well, don’t be surprised if it gets eaten by a f-ckin rabbit
cause i ain’t no bag of tricks
you gotta feed your kids, sell some -ss and suck some d-ck
so what you didn’t eat in three nights
i don’t give a sh-t if you was losin your eyesight
trickin is not the way i really am
cause i don’t give a f-ck if your stomach blow up with helium
so f-ck all you bum b-tches
the last hoe i took to eat ended up washin dishes
tryin to get me for a buck
you better off on the corner holdin a m-th-f-ckin c-ck
i’m one n-gga you ain’t vickin
i’m gettin rich but yo bum b-tch, i ain’t trickin
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