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That Nigga Ain't Shit! Lyrics - Mind Of Mystikal - Mystikal

Nigga you ain't shit 

 

I woke up this morning dick rock hard 

Had to piss so bad, that shit made me say God Lord! 

Dick 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 bitch in bout an hour (what you did) 

????? and grabbed and towled and jumped my stankin ass in the shower 

And now i'm feelin better, at least i'm smellin better 

Instead of a combination of pussy and cheddar 

I still smelled like last night's fuck 

So washed my lips, fingertips, but I can't forget to wipe under the nuts 

Blow my nose, wash my toes, then my asshole 

Foggin up the mirrors, ?? all my fuckin clothes 

Ain't that a bitch, 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, fuck 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 shit 

Everything was in place 

Pearly whites, brown complextion, daily braids and daily face 

Mirror, mirror, wasup, who's the most stuck up 

??? bitch I just fucked that stankin slut 

Thats the thought for the day 

I'm bouts to cut that hoe (why) she can't fuck anyways 

Now i'm back on my mission 

But before I hit the fuckin front door, gots to hit the kitchen 

Cause all the ? is gettin bigger 

Man, I ain't ate shit (dawg, ain't you hungry) 

dawg, hungrier than three niggas 

Grits and oatmeal, no time to cook though 

Fuck 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 fuckin feet 

I guees it's part of my job (what job nigga) 

Being colder then cold, smoother then smooth, sharper then sharp 

So if you catch my in the club don't say shit 

Sweatin a nigga like Micheal ?? Tyler don't pay bitch 

Cause I ain't that nigga thats gonna play with ya 

Or stay with ya, but i'll damn sure lay with ya 

Cause i'm that type of nigga to tell a bitch that I love em quick 

Better but not beleive it though (why) cause I ain't bout shit 

 

That nigga ain't shit 

That nigga ain't bout shit 

That nigga ain't shit 

2x 

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