This Ain't That

Faheem Rashad Najm

I know you done have a lot of niggas spend money on you
You super cute so I get it
Now I know why all these bitches acting funny on you
Let me tell you what baby
This ain't that, that, that, that, that, that, huh
That shit trash, trash, trash, trash, trash, trash, oh nah baby
This ain't that, that, that, that, that, that, oh yeah baby
That shit trash, trash, trash, trash, trash, trash
Oh lawd looky here, looky here baby

See I know you been lied to (you been lied to yeah)
You know you want to ride that dick
So I'ma give you something you could ride to
Oh yeah baby ride that shit
They say that I'm the truth and the sad news
I blow your back like the roof on a 'lac do
Matter of fact I just might just bring the Cadillac through it
You gone let me do whatever hoops let Shaq do
This ain't (Hey)
None of that regular
What some money for that head I could settle huh ohhh
She too tired
Her face in the pillow she like "just forget the money, it's whatever bruh"
Whoa

Baby you so use to fucking with them other niggas
You ain't fucking with no winners
Then you wonder why you lose
'Cause you ain't moving right and I'ma show you yeah

I know you done have a lot of niggas spend money on you
You super cute so I get it
Now I know why all these bitches acting funny on you
Let me tell you what baby
This ain't that, that, that, that, that, that, huh
That shit trash, trash, trash, trash, trash, trash, oh nah baby
This ain't that, that, that, that, that, that, oh yeah baby
That shit trash, trash, trash, trash, trash, trash
Oh yeah looky here baby

They said your attitude stank
Bitch you tryna microwave fish
You think you fine but you ain't
That body suit looking like a bag full of bricks
They say that I'm the truth in the city, hoe
And you can't handle the truth, you a silly hoe
Every bitch that's in my crew got a billy hoe
So walk away now and I could let you down gently hoe
This ain't nun of them square ass niggas
Tell them holla at me, we could square up nigga
We can do it right now, put your bread up nigga
Choppa down, three rounds, keep your head up nigga (yeah)

Baby you so use to fucking with them other niggas
You ain't fucking with no winners
Then you wonder why you lose
'Cause you ain't moving right and I'ma show you yeah

I know you done have a lot of niggas spend money on you
You super cute so I get it
Now I know why all these bitches acting funny on you
Let me tell you what baby
This ain't that, that, that, that, that, that, huh
That shit trash, trash, trash, trash, trash, trash, oh nah baby
This ain't that, that, that, that, that, that, oh yeah baby
That shit trash, trash, trash, trash, trash, trash
Oh nah baby
This ain't that, that, that, that, that, that, oh yeah baby
That shit trash, trash, trash, trash, trash, trash
Oh nah baby
This ain't that, that, that, that, that, that, oh yeah baby

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