N***a you ain't shit

I woke up this morning dick rock hard
Had to piss so bad, that shit made me say Good Lord!
Dick harder than a armadillo
So I went in the bathroom and drained the lil' fellow
Flush the toilet, washed my hands
Took off my silk shirt, (what else) and silk pajama pants
I was about to meet this bitch in bout an hour (what you did?)
Brushed my, washed my face, get the soap, grab and towel and jumped my stankin' ass in the shower
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 about under the nuts
Blow my nose, wash my toes, then my asshole
Foggin up the mirrors, and wettin' up all my fuckin clothes
Ain't that a bitch?! I'm already running late
(What are you gonna do now?) 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 them 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 that baby face
Mirror, mirror, wasup, who's the most stuck up
I bet it's that bitch I just fucked that stankin slut
Thats the thought for the day
I'm bouts to cut that ho off (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 hunger pains are gettin bigger
Man, I ain't ate shit yet (n***a you hungry?)
Dawg, hungrier than three n***as
Grits and oatmeal, no time to cook though
Fuck it i'll grab that left-over cold cut combo
And now the stomach's at ease
I'm bout the jet, but first grab the beeper, the ring, the wallet, and 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 n***a)
Being colder then cold, smoother then smooth, shiver then shive
So if you catch my in the club don't say shit
Sweatin a n***a like Micheal Lawrence Tyler don't pay bitch
Cause I ain't that n***a thats gonna play with ya
Or stay with ya, but i'll damn sure lay with ya
Cause i'm that type of n***a to tell a bitch that I love em quick
Better but not beleive it though (why) cause I ain't bout shit
That n***a ain't shit
That n***a ain't bout shit
That n***a ain't shit
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