2nd II None - Just Ain't Me lyrics
[2nd II None - Just Ain't Me lyrics]
Wash your, wash your, wash your
Wash your damn feet
Wash your, wash your damn feet
Some say I’m a gangsta
But, I don’t play that role
I’m just a nigga on a pussy stroll
And I can’t take no for an answer, baby
(Why is that, mayne?) It just ain’t me
I mack bitches
Pretend when my pockets starts to itch
She must be a gold diggin’ bitch
Talkin’ about she love me, want some kids
I can’t knock that
When every time I wake up got
Her hand in my pocket
Can’t be going out like no punk, huh
KK ain’t for that junk you see
I’m the type of guy to take
You out on a triple-M shot
Movies, McDonald’s, and the motel parking lot
Steamin’ up a plan, tryna get my bone on
You ain’t fuckin’ how you getting home?
Can’t simp for no hoe who
Ain’t givin’ up the pussy
That’s why I tell a bitch, just ain’t me
Ay K, what gon’ do about these punk ass
I don’t know, man put they ass
Dirty toes, toe jam havin’ bitches
Ay man, seen this big brown toenail bitch
With three little crumb snatchers
She wanted me to play daddy
For them little muthafuckas
You know what I had to tell that hoe?
What did you tell that hoe? I told her
Hell naw, it ain’t me
Playin’ daddy for some other nigga baby
("Ay, would you buy my
Baby some diapers") Bitch, is you crazy?
Better call that other nigga who
Done did it up fast
When he got your pussy pregnant
And left yo’ ass leaving you at home with
Your little crumb snatcher
And all you had to say was, "Ooh
You muthafuckin’ bastard"
Now you’re playing the hoe role
Lookin’ for a nigga and juice up on the K
Bitch how could you figure?
I would be concerned and try
To play the daddy
Bringin’ in the bacon just to
Keep your ass happy?
Oh, no, hoe, you done played up on a real
So now it’s time to crush ya
And tell your ass the deal
That I ain’t for the games
When push came to shove
Shouldn’t have fell your punk
Ass in muthafuckin’ love
Time to hit the road
Time to find a new booty
If the hoe wanna do me, I’ll slap her
It just ain’t me
You dirty bitch
Get your muthafuckin’ ass outta here
Fuck hoes ’91, ’92, all hoes
You’re holding up the fuckin’ line
Get out the line
Ay, wait a minute, man, wait a minute
Don’t you like these bitches on
These WIC’s and shit
They be tryna get in the
Express line and shit
Nigga be tryna have one item and
Get the fuck up outta there
But gon’ want us to go back get some cheese
You ten kid, nine toe havin’
Wash your, wash your, wash your
Wash your damn feet
Wash your, wash your, wash your
Wash your damn feet
Wash your ass, wash your pussy
Wash your damn feet
Wash your, wash your, wash your
Wash your damn feet
Broke bitches cannot listen to this record
Funky cot hoes cannot listen to this song
Wash your damn feet
Wash your, wash your damn feet
Some say I’m a gangsta
But, I don’t play that role
I’m just a nigga on a pussy stroll
And I can’t take no for an answer, baby
(Why is that, mayne?) It just ain’t me
I mack bitches
Pretend when my pockets starts to itch
She must be a gold diggin’ bitch
Talkin’ about she love me, want some kids
I can’t knock that
When every time I wake up got
Her hand in my pocket
Can’t be going out like no punk, huh
KK ain’t for that junk you see
I’m the type of guy to take
You out on a triple-M shot
Movies, McDonald’s, and the motel parking lot
Steamin’ up a plan, tryna get my bone on
You ain’t fuckin’ how you getting home?
Can’t simp for no hoe who
Ain’t givin’ up the pussy
That’s why I tell a bitch, just ain’t me
Ay K, what gon’ do about these punk ass
I don’t know, man put they ass
Dirty toes, toe jam havin’ bitches
Ay man, seen this big brown toenail bitch
With three little crumb snatchers
She wanted me to play daddy
For them little muthafuckas
You know what I had to tell that hoe?
What did you tell that hoe? I told her
Hell naw, it ain’t me
Playin’ daddy for some other nigga baby
("Ay, would you buy my
Baby some diapers") Bitch, is you crazy?
Better call that other nigga who
Done did it up fast
When he got your pussy pregnant
And left yo’ ass leaving you at home with
Your little crumb snatcher
And all you had to say was, "Ooh
You muthafuckin’ bastard"
Now you’re playing the hoe role
Lookin’ for a nigga and juice up on the K
Bitch how could you figure?
I would be concerned and try
To play the daddy
Bringin’ in the bacon just to
Keep your ass happy?
Oh, no, hoe, you done played up on a real
So now it’s time to crush ya
And tell your ass the deal
That I ain’t for the games
When push came to shove
Shouldn’t have fell your punk
Ass in muthafuckin’ love
Time to hit the road
Time to find a new booty
If the hoe wanna do me, I’ll slap her
It just ain’t me
You dirty bitch
Get your muthafuckin’ ass outta here
Fuck hoes ’91, ’92, all hoes
You’re holding up the fuckin’ line
Get out the line
Ay, wait a minute, man, wait a minute
Don’t you like these bitches on
These WIC’s and shit
They be tryna get in the
Express line and shit
Nigga be tryna have one item and
Get the fuck up outta there
But gon’ want us to go back get some cheese
You ten kid, nine toe havin’
Wash your, wash your, wash your
Wash your damn feet
Wash your, wash your, wash your
Wash your damn feet
Wash your ass, wash your pussy
Wash your damn feet
Wash your, wash your, wash your
Wash your damn feet
Broke bitches cannot listen to this record
Funky cot hoes cannot listen to this song