Ain`t Shit lyrics

Artist  : Trina 
Song : Ain`t Shit



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Chorus: repeat 2X

Niggas ain't shit, but
hoes and tricks
Lick tha pearl tongue nigga
keep tha dick
Get tha fuck 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 nigga,
who needs you?
Huh, you got your dirty ass
feet on my couch
and smokin motherfuckin weed
in my house
Is you sick yo?
I want YOU to
get him and your dogs,
to stop grabbin
doornobs, and hustle and rob
or job, get tha
fuck out of dodge (you heard that?)
You eat me
this evenin, you don't even deserve that
cause
I'm a bank roll havin bitch
Mercedes Benz 6-
double o havin bitch, I'm fabulous
and
immaculate with nice curves 
I game hers for
the furs, and the Iceberg
You got nerves, old
broke ass, not havin no doe ass
slow ass,
stayin on my porch ass, yo yay your ass
nigga
you fake bitch, you make women hate
dick, cuz you ain't
shit

Chorus

[Lois Lane]
You that
same old nigga
with tha same low
figures
'cept the lies gettin bigga
and the
sex lacks the vigor
Got used to the quickies,
now your ass is just wack
tryin to fuck my
girl, behind my back, imajin 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 poppin
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
Basically, 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 bitch to flick
from waistline to the
bottom, you know niggas ain't
shit

Chorus

[Trina]
You ain't
shit 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 ass
Niggas ain't shit, taste the
clit
and y'all pussy lickin and shit
wanna
go low on me like a basement?
That's why I
don't see none of y'all
You better reconize
bitch, while I sit in front of y'all
I don't
owe you shit, nigga you owe me
I'm bout to
change the locks, nigga keep the gold key
You
better get your shit, take it to your mamy
house
I'm bout to show you what a bitch from
Miami bout
You got me fucked up, nigga ain't
no free nut
Unless you comin VVS marquis
cut

Chorus (repeat til end)