Bitch Aint Shit — текст песни (UNLV)





First verse:

{tec-9}



Ah shit now Im kind of in a fit

Them suckers locked me up now they treat me like a bitch

I dont have no remorse for all the crimes that I did

But still doesnt mean you have to treat me like a pig

Im standin on my own I got to make it in that world

Im havin thoughts of another nigga peepin down on my girl

Well anyway thats why Im in this bitch tryin please a bitch

Pullin all capers to get the bitch hair fixed

You tellin me Im crazy but love is a motherfucker

Couldnt find a job I turned to sellin cluckers

Makin bank buyin cars all that flashy ass shit

Now a days thats the only way a man can keep a bitch

You tellin me you love why the fuck Im out of smokes

It wasnt all that when I was up to sellin dope

Puttin clothes on yo back thinkin you was all that

Now that Im facin time you dropped me like a bad habit

Funny how a bitch can use a nigga for his ends

An ride around town in my car with her friends

She tellin me that she love me and tellin me she legit

But tec is here to tell you a bitch aint shit



Chorus:



Now these is for the hoes I cant trust

A bitch aint shit

She play you for your ends and

Spend it up with her friends

Im here to tell you



Second verse:

{lil ya}



Well my situation is kind of strange

I was fuckin the bitches an breakin the hoes

Because I got game but when I made me

A mutherfuckin song same hit hoes jock me

Cuz they know I got it goin on

They started playin the role that I used to play

Buy me some tents fuck me good then Im on my way

But they cant get jack

Bitch I aint with you

You can suck my dick and step the fuck back

Cuz lil ya is the same ol nigga trick

I got to get into yo pockets so I can make mine bigger bitch

You can try to run game and make me think your my fuckin queen

But Im a treat you with this dick like halloween

Ya try to play me out but you played me to close

The only thing you got left is this dick down yo throat hoe

Bitches just today aint shit you got to treat em bad

To make the stupid hoes legit so get yo mind right

And wind up nigga ya givin her all yo time and money

Bitch is gonna leave ya now felas dont play ya self

Like a trick cuz yas here to tell you

That a bitch aint shit





Chorus:



Now these is for the hoes I cant trust

A bitch aint shit

Dont be a fuckin dummy because she play

You for your money fool

Im here to tell you



Third verse:

{yella boy}



Now I never ever got the fuckin attention

That I thought I should have had

Hoes are playin me to the left

Aint that cold aint that sad

Might not hang out with felas or might not

Hang out just as late

But you make my fuckin day

If I can take you out on a date

When I called you smiled you used to say

A nigga was cute when a nigga needed a ride

You never ever stopped to scoop

You claim you changed my diapers and you

Knew me since birth I rather smoke weed

And gee you ass to the hearst

I asked you for your number cuz I thought you would chill

But you looked me up and down like I was poppin boo-koo pills

Size dont matter because a nigga can be gay

Way back in the pin a gangster couldnt get no play

Real gangster gangster pictures used to blow my high

Takin a hit started guessin but quiet as I crep

Just imagine a player wish a hoe would get with this

Givin me faces winked her eye and blew me a kiss

Some said that I was young some said I was dumb

I was very grown for my age my dick was still shootin cum

But I must not be legit but like a fiend you got me sick

Thats why I wrote this damn song because a

Bitch aint shit



Chorus:



Now these is for the hoes I cant trust

A bitch aint shit

Shell act like shes down but youll

Find out in the end

Im here to tell you



Forth verse:

{tec-9}



Money talks shit walks and Ill be out in a week

And it wont be long before Im back up on my feet

An them stanky ass hoes who took everything

That I had is walkin around that same neighborhood

Lookin bad fuckin anything that walk

Just to get a fuckin hit Im fiendin for a nut

So you can suck up on my dick

I remember those times I kept your pockets fat

An if you was in trouble I was slangin my gat

Bustin heads cuttin throats all that for that

Dog hoe



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