That Nigga Aint Shit! Lyrics by Mystikal

That Nigga Aint Shit! Lyrics

    Nigga you ain't shit

    I woke up this morning dick rock hard
    Had to piss so bad, that shit 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 bitch 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 fuck
    So washed my lips, fingertips, but i can't forget to wipe under the nuts
    Blow my nose, wash my toes, then my asshole
    Foggin up the mirrors, ?? all my fuckin clothes
    Ain't that a bitch, 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, fuck 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 shit
    Everything was in place
    Pearly whites, brown complextion, daily braids and daily face
    Mirror, mirror, wasup, who's the most stuck up
    ??? bitch i just fucked that stankin slut
    Thats the thought for the day
    I'm bouts to cut that hoe (why) she can't fuck anyways
    Now i'm back on my mission
    But before i hit the fuckin front door, gots to hit the kitchen
    Cause all the ? is gettin bigger
    Man, i ain't ate shit (dawg, ain't you hungry)
    Dawg, hungrier than three niggas
    Grits and oatmeal, no time to cook though
    Fuck 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 fuckin 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 shit
    Sweatin a nigga like micheal ?? tyler don't pay bitch
    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 bitch that i love em quick
    Better but not beleive it though (why) cause i ain't bout shit

    That nigga ain't shit
    That nigga ain't bout shit
    That nigga ain't shit
    2x

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