Trina - Ain't sh** lyrics

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Trina - Ain't sh** lyrics

Chorus: repeat 2X n***as ain't sh**, but hoes and tricks Lick tha pearl tongue n***a keep tha dick Get tha f** out after I cum So I can hop in my Coup and make a quick run (Trina) See, me and my boo's we got grands to use With terrible attitudes n***a, who needs you? Huh, you got your dirty a** feet on my couch and smokin motherf**in weed in my house Is you sick yo? I want YOU to get him and your dogs, to stop grabbin doornobs, and hustlein and robbin and job, or get tha f** out of dodge (you heard that?) You eat me to sleep, you don't even deserve that cause I'm a bank roll havin b**h Mercedes Benz 6- double o havin b**h, I'm fabulous and immaculate with nice curves I game hers for the furs, and the Iceberg You got nerves, old broke a**, not havin no doe a** slow a**, stayin on my porch a**, yo yay your a** n***a you fake b**h, you make women hate dick, cuz you ain't sh** Chorus (Lois Lane) You that same old n***a with tha same low figures 'cept the lies gettin bigga and the s** lacks the vigor Got used to the quickies, now your a** is just wack tryin to f** my girl, behind my back, imagine that I told her go ahead and try it just for the laughter now whe're feelin bad for all tha hoes you're goin after Looks can be deceivin, and you're perpin much game Crib in your moms name, claim of fortune and fame Dressed in ICEBERG, senese still attached Rockin a gator, fake rolly, hollow links to match I sit back and watch, as you dig yourself deeper Digits all in your beeper, you want her, better keep her Last night you was all up in the club, slingin grips Slippin DJ Roslay, givin dick tips away They say, you was holdin like you just went pro but little did they know, you was flossin my doe No, I got to go, before you cause a b**h to flick from waistline to the bottom, you know n***as ain't sh** Chorus (Trina) You ain't sh** to me yo I'm spendin grands down in Rio Manaje' in trio, garage like it cee-lo 4-5-6, Range Rov, 4.6 we lay low while ya'll hoes slob dick, you back in ballin a** n***as ain't sh**, taste the clit and y'all p**y lickin and sh** wanna go low on me like a basement? That's why I don't see none of y'all You better reconize b**h, while I sit in front of y'all I don't owe you sh**, n***a you owe me I'm bout to change the locks, n***a keep the gold key You better get your sh**, take it to your mamy house I'm bout to show you what a b**h from Miami bout You got me f**ed up, n***a ain't no free nut Unless you comin VVS marquis cut Chorus (repeat til end)