Testo It Ain’t Me [Screwed] - DJ Drama feat. Slim Thug, Bun B, MDDL FNGZ & Cory Mo
Testo della canzone It Ain’t Me [Screwed] (DJ Drama feat. Slim Thug, Bun B, MDDL FNGZ & Cory Mo), tratta dall'album Gangsta Grillz Legends Series Unloaded
Is that your chick?
Then why she all over me at the bar?
If that's your chick
Then why she outside tryna get in my car?
You need to check your chick
Let me know when you do
Until then, nigga
Get off my dick
And tell your chick to come here
Yeah, oh
These niggas wanna be the pimp of the year
I be the pimp of the hour
Twenty-four times a day with power
Now any ho tryna play the coward
Penetrate your titties, your milk is sour
Your potatoes is powdered and your feet is rotten
This that mink shit, keep your cotton
In this bitch for at least a knot
And I ain't leavin' with nothin' less, but I'll take ya
Bitch and break her, mentals for incidentals
And it ain't coincidental, wipe your ho up in the rental, she
Follow the caravan, hot as the Sahara, man
We had that bitch up in the TV like Carole Anne
It's no surprise the clique exercise the
Easy glide of the drill, the reformer drilled her
Then toast her, triple peeled her, it almost killed her
The way you niggas profile is a joke
We send a nigga bitch home with a smile and a coat
Is that your chick?
Then why she all over me at the bar?
If that's your chick
Then why she outside tryna get in my car?
You need to check your chick
Let me know when you do
Until then, nigga
Get off my dick
And tell your chick to come here
Yeah, oh
Man, these niggas out of sight
What these haters think they gon' get out of life?
Still tryna get a piece of the pie, and I already got a slice
You wanna ride? Nah, I bet you jealous and you wanna fight
Gonna like when I put this fire in your fuckin' life
You bustin' light, you wanna hear what this chopper like
Nigga, it's 20-20 once or twice
Now you runnin', duck and hide
Fuck your pride, fuck your city and your side
Tryin' niggas, you shouldn't have tried
Ain't that how your brother died?
Recognize, nigga, you ain't fuckin' with them other guys
Otherwise, you ain't even gon' make it up out this gutter alive
You gon' see, I know everywhere that you known to be
Done boned every ho you known to see
And you runnin' your mouth, gettin' wrong with me
Showin' niggas nothin' to see
Talkin' but ain't touchin' me, cussin' me, but to me
You don't wanna fuck with me
Thought you said something 'bout bustin' me
Well, speak a little clearer, say it where I can hear ya
If you want a pimp to feel ya, are you kiddin', pussy?
Pussy nigga dead is what you finna be
I been a G, wonder how I wanna die, well, now you finna see
Offendin' me and evidently, you don't know the penalty
No sympathy for trickery, with me is where your bitch'll be
Is that your chick?
Then why she all over me at the bar?
If that's your chick
Then why she outside tryna get in my car?
You need to check your chick
Let me know when you do
Until then, nigga
Get off my dick
And tell your chick to come here
Yeah, oh
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Writer(s): Faheem Najm, Frank Romano, David Ahmad Balfour
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