(Intro) These niggas ain't shit (they ain't shit) (x2) They mad though? or nah? (they ain't shit) (x2)
(Verse 1: Wankaego) I know these bitches ain't shit (I know, I know) So I can never be a lame bitch (n-no, n-no) Look at all these groupie ass niggas These stupid ass niggas Comin on with a though, all cupid ass niggas Ain't shit, ain't shit, i would never change shit Same clique came up, but i'm still the same bitch I'm chasin' money babe, money babe I ain't rich so i hustle for that check, for that set For that dick, bitches never pay you back So don't ever loan em shit Bitches talk behind yo back, in yo face don't say shit Kaego, all i know is Kaego Must speak when i see you, but i don't fuck with you fake hoes
(Pre-Hook: Wankaego & (young Thug)) One minute they love you Next minute they yellin' they hate you, (they yellin' they hate you) They spellin' yo friends But behind yo back, they trynna play you, (they trynna play you) The same ones you heard Be the same ones who claimin' they made you, (claimin' they made you) They still owe you money, they know it, but they never payed you
(Hook: Wankaego) I know these niggas ain't shit I know these bitches ain't shit (x2)
(Verse 2: Young Thug) These bitches ain't shit and these niggas ain't shit These bitches lame bitches When i went broke, i'm looking to break my wrists and shit I'ma pull up with my clique, then we go fuck on yo bitch Put it there right in here ass Watch her shake like the (?), stuffin' my safe with them racks I do not chase, but i catch, I (?) like woosh Nigga get flipped just like (?) Arm & ham one of these necks I need a J and that mayo, and my niggas pullin' out Like where the fuck do these K's go, (Where they go?) I don't know, I don't know, I don't know Officer, these bitches ain't shit! Officer, these hoes ain't shit, I swear to god, I swear to got, I swear to god She ain't got no gun but when she leave all of us hit! Pwff, pwff, pwff, pwff, pwff, pwff, pwff
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(Pre-Hook: Wankaego & (Young Thug))
(Hook: Wankaego)
(Verse 3: Foxx) Ok, it's a milli-on I get a whole lotta hate Is it my birthday look at all this cake Gotta couple tattoos in my face I got a 454 do a nigga wan waste I'll put a nigga back in his place I got a gun so big can't fit on my waist I'm from baton rouge nigga where it ain't safe Tell a nigga back up i'ma need a little space Niggas ain't shit, these niggas ain't shit Nigga damn near rich, got a benz on my wrist Red bone on my dick, 5 grand for my dick 5 grand for ya bitch, 5 grand for tha hit Make a nigga ride through ya hood And if i been comin, niggas dyin' in ya hood Trill to the death, broke niggas to the left You ain't talkin' bout no money Nigga I'ma play def Really!
(Pre-Hook: Wankaego & (Young Thug))
(Hook: Wankaego)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
