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Bitch Aint Shit -

Bitch Ain't Shit

First verse:


Ah shit now I’m kind of in a fit

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

I don’t have no remorse for all the crimes that I did

But still doesn’t mean you have to treat me like a pig

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

I’m havin’ thoughts of another nigga peepin’ down on my girl

Well anyway that’s why I’m in this bitch tryin’ please a bitch

Pullin’ all capers to get the bitch hair fixed

You tellin’ me I’m crazy but love is a motherfucker

Couldn’t find a job I turned to sellin’ cluckers

Makin’ bank buyin’ cars all that flashy ass shit

Now a days that’s the only way a man can keep a bitch

You tellin’ me you love why the fuck I’m out of smokes

It wasn’t all that when I was up to sellin’ dope

Puttin’ clothes on yo back thinkin’ you was all that

Now that I’m 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 ain’t shit


Now these is for the hoes I can’t trust

A bitch ain’t shit

She play you for your ends and

Spend it up with her friends

I’m 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 (Texts of songs ) 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 I’m on my way

But they can’t get jack

Bitch I ain’t with you

You can suck my dick and step the fuck back

Cuz lil’ ya is the same o’l 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 I’m 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 ain’t 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 fela’s don’t play ya self

Like a trick cuz ya’s here to tell you

That a bitch ain’t shit


Now these is for the hoes I can’t trust

A bitch ain’t shit

Don’t be a fuckin’ dummy because she play

You for your money fool

I’m 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

Ain’t that cold ain’t that sad

Might not hang out with fela’s 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 don’t matter because a nigga can be gay

Way back in the pin a gangster couldn’t 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

That’s why I wrote this damn song (Texts of songs ) because a

Bitch ain’t shit


Now these is for the hoes I can’t trust

A bitch ain’t shit

She’ll act like she’s down but you’ll

Find out in the end

I’m here to tell you

Forth verse:


Money talks shit walks and I’ll be out in a week

And it won’t be long before I’m 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 I’m 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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