Mystikal

Mystikal - That Nigga Ain'T Shit! lyrics

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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
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