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mystikal – that nigga ain’t shit! lyrics

n-gga you ain’t sh-t

i woke up this morning d-ck rock hard
had to p-ss so bad, that sh-t made me say good lord!
d-ck harder than a armadillo
so i went in the bathroom and drained the lil’ fellow
flush the toilet, washed my hands
took off my silk shirt, (what else) and silk pajama pants
i was about to meet this b-tch in bout an hour (what you did?)
brushed my, washed my face, get the soap, grab and towel and jumped my stankin’ -ss in the shower
now i’m feelin’ better, at least i’m smellin’ better
instead of a combination of p-ssy and cheddar
i still smelled like last night’s f-ck
so washed my lips, fingertips, but i can’t forget about under the nuts
blow my nose, wash my toes, then my -ssh0l-
foggin up the mirrors, and wettin’ up all my f-ckin clothes
ain’t that a b-tch?! i’m already running late
(what are you gonna do now?) now i gotta change my outfit
stepped to the closet and scanned the wardrobe
seen that silk shirt, tommy, f-ck it, i’ll wear that polo though
girbauds and polo socks
slipped on them 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 that baby face
mirror, mirror, wasup, who’s the most stuck up
i bet it’s that b-tch i just f-cked that stankin sl-t
thats the thought for the day
i’m bouts to cut that ho off (why) she can’t f-ck anyways
now i’m back on my mission
but before i hit the f-ckin front door, gots to hit the kitchen
cause hunger pains are gettin bigger
man, i ain’t ate sh-t yet (n-gga you hungry?)
dawg, hungrier than three n-ggas
grits and oatmeal, no time to cook though
f-ck it i’ll grab that left-over cold cut combo
and now the stomach’s at ease
i’m bout the jet, but first grab the beeper, the ring, the wallet, and keys
and now i’m ready for the street
lookin neat, smellin sweet from my t–th to my f-ckin feet
i guees it’s part of my job (what job n-gga)
being colder then cold, smoother then smooth, shiver then shive
so if you catch my in the club don’t say sh-t
sweatin a n-gga like micheal lawrence tyler don’t pay b-tch
cause i ain’t that n-gga thats gonna play with ya
or stay with ya, but i’ll d-mn sure lay with ya
cause i’m that type of n-gga to tell a b-tch that i love em quick
better but not beleive it though (why) cause i ain’t bout sh-t

that n-gga ain’t sh-t
that n-gga ain’t bout sh-t
that n-gga ain’t sh-t
2x

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