That nigga ain't shit
And piss down my pants I was rolling to meet this
Gots to hit the kitchen 'cause all the banquet didn't
I'm already runnin' late, thinkin' I ain't got to do nothin'
Sweatin' a nigga like Micheal [Incomprehensible] Tyler don't pay bitch
But I can't forget to wipe under the nuts, blow my nose
Grits and oatmeal, no time to cook though, fuck it I'll grab
Though 'cause I ain't 'bout shit
I guess it's part of my job being colder then cold, smoother then smooth
They wanted the keys and now I'm ready for the street
Now I gotta change my outfit stepped to the closet
So I went in the bathroom and drained the little fellow
And now I'm feelin' better at least I'm smellin' better instead
Of a combination of pussy and cheddar, I still smelled like
And scanned the wardrobe seen that silk shirt, Tommy, fuck it
Never go wet all my fuckin' clothes, ain't that a bitch
I just fucked that stankin' slut, that's the thought for the day
That nigga ain't 'bout shit
I'll wear that Polo though, Girbauds and Polo socks
Bitch in 'bout an hour [Incomprehensible] and grabbed
Timbo high tops, I looked in the mirror one last time for kicks
I'm 'bout the jet, but first grab the beeper, the ring
Wash my toes, then my asshole, foggin' up the mirrors
Slipped on the Fila's 'cause it was too hot to bust the
That nigga ain't shit
'Cause I ain't that nigga that's gonna play with you or stay with you
Who's the most stuck up? I'm better than bitch
That nigga ain't shit
Everything was in place, pearly whites, brown complexion
Is gettin' bigger man, I ain't ate shit dawg, hungrier than three niggas
But I'll damn sure lay with you 'cause I'm that type of nigga
That left-over cold cut combo and now the stomachs at ease
I'm 'bouts to cut that hoe she can't fuck anyways
And toweled and jumped my stankin' ass in the shower
Now I'm back on my mission, but before I hit the fuckin' front door
Last night's fuck, so washed my lips, fingertips
Flush the toilet, washed my hands, took off my silk shirt
That nigga ain't 'bout shit
Like I really had to check, like I ain't know I was the shit
To tell a bitch that I love 'em quick, better but not believe it
Daily braids and daily face, mirror, mirror, wasup?
Lookin' neat, smellin' sweet from my teeth to my fuckin' feet
Sharper then sharp, so if you catch my in the club don't say shit
