n**** you ain't s***
I woke up this morning d*** rock hard
Had to p*** so bad, that s*** made me say God Lord!
d*** 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 b**** in bout an hour (what you did)
????? and grabbed and towled and jumped my stankin a** in the shower
And now i'm feelin better, at least i'm smellin better
Instead of a combination of p**** and cheddar
I still smelled like last night's f***
So washed my lips, fingertips, but I can't forget to wipe under the nuts
Blow my nose, wash my toes, then my a******
Foggin up the mirrors, ?? all my f***** clothes
Ain't that a b****, 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, f*** 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 s***
Everything was in place
Pearly whites, brown complextion, daily braids and daily face
Mirror, mirror, wasup, who's the most stuck up
??? b**** I just f***** that stankin s***
Thats the thought for the day
I'm bouts to cut that hoe (why) she can't f*** anyways
Now i'm back on my mission
But before I hit the f***** front door, gots to hit the kitchen
Cause all the ? is gettin bigger
Man, I ain't ate s*** (dawg, ain't you hungry)
dawg, hungrier than three n*****
Grits and oatmeal, no time to cook though
f*** 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 f***** feet
I guees it's part of my job (what job n****)
Being colder then cold, smoother then smooth, sharper then sharp
So if you catch my in the club don't say s***
Sweatin a n**** like Micheal ?? Tyler don't pay b****
Cause I ain't that n**** thats gonna play with ya
Or stay with ya, but i'll d*** sure lay with ya
Cause i'm that type of n**** to tell a b**** that I love em quick
Better but not beleive it though (why) cause I ain't bout s***
That n**** ain't s***
That n**** ain't bout s***
That n**** ain't s***
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I woke up this morning d*** rock hard
Had to p*** so bad, that s*** made me say God Lord!
d*** 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 b**** in bout an hour (what you did)
????? and grabbed and towled and jumped my stankin a** in the shower
And now i'm feelin better, at least i'm smellin better
Instead of a combination of p**** and cheddar
I still smelled like last night's f***
So washed my lips, fingertips, but I can't forget to wipe under the nuts
Blow my nose, wash my toes, then my a******
Foggin up the mirrors, ?? all my f***** clothes
Ain't that a b****, 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, f*** 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 s***
Everything was in place
Pearly whites, brown complextion, daily braids and daily face
Mirror, mirror, wasup, who's the most stuck up
??? b**** I just f***** that stankin s***
Thats the thought for the day
I'm bouts to cut that hoe (why) she can't f*** anyways
Now i'm back on my mission
But before I hit the f***** front door, gots to hit the kitchen
Cause all the ? is gettin bigger
Man, I ain't ate s*** (dawg, ain't you hungry)
dawg, hungrier than three n*****
Grits and oatmeal, no time to cook though
f*** 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 f***** feet
I guees it's part of my job (what job n****)
Being colder then cold, smoother then smooth, sharper then sharp
So if you catch my in the club don't say s***
Sweatin a n**** like Micheal ?? Tyler don't pay b****
Cause I ain't that n**** thats gonna play with ya
Or stay with ya, but i'll d*** sure lay with ya
Cause i'm that type of n**** to tell a b**** that I love em quick
Better but not beleive it though (why) cause I ain't bout s***
That n**** ain't s***
That n**** ain't bout s***
That n**** ain't s***
2x