ya niggas ain't shit They talk a lot of shit And rag on they dicks But we don't fell shit (Mercedes) Most of you niggas be talking shit like you don
Translation: Mercedes. Niggas Ain't Shit.
don't, I don't, I don't, I don't I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin? (Please
down, let your soul lead the way 'Cause I'm that enemy that you can't see But you wanna be, you ain't shit to me Playa, it ain't hard for you to get
please! you ain't been in a helicopter Flying 'round Jesus statue wit a mountain in Brazil Bitch please! you ain't never been to Guatemala Eating shrimp
my Porch ass, yo yay your ass nigga You fake bitch, you make women hate dick, 'cuz you ain't shit Niggas ain't shit, but hoes and tricks Lick tha pearl tongue nigga
on Ain't the track that we flow's on But when shit get hot, then the Glock start poppin' like ozone We keep hoes crunk like Trigger man Fo' real it don't
I ain't want to panic I say that I'm in the zone but they don't understand it Physically I'm here but mentally I'm on another planet And it only kinda
Lex' and I love sex And I wave techs on sets that be tryin' to flex Like Dex, nigga, God rest your soul But when you're playin' cards for Gunz, it ain't
I know I'm preachin' to the congregation We love Jesus but she done learned a lot from Satan I mean a nigga did a lot of waitin' We ain't married but
, the biggest bitch in the biz So don't hate me, nigga, it is what it is You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real
it niggas, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't got money like this Lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six Lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix Lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't
[Verse 1: The-Dream] Now I know you ain't over there starin' at my girl Yea I know you ain't over there starin' at my girl Nigga I know you don't call
x3) [Krayzie] Now, I'm ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don't fuck wit' nobody I'm quiet, I'm thuggin'. Why are y'all so fast? Ain't time ta take
Mercedes 600 But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't (Chorus til fade)
' up blood 'til the world expires Nigga's lost and it turned out Ain't got no direction and don't know which way to go Nigga save your soul 'cause we
I, keep a little something for the G's And, make a few ends while I breeze through The late night shift on some late night shit While ya momma ain't home [Verse 2] My mercedes
Saks 5th when you deserve Macy's ass talkin' bout shit, yea nigga, better pay me ass bitch all up in my house and I ain't tryna room mate her she in
