Neva Had Shit
Slide down yo block in that new new
His new chick call I say who you
You ain't got no swag
Bitch you boohoo
A nigga ain't neva had shit
That I needed
Get on his knees
Have him beggin and pleasin
Nigga shoot at my car
Cuz I make him so mad
And he really just mad
Cuz I'm in my bag
And He goin out sad
He can't get his bitch back
He just a fag who ain't got no racks
But my pussy wet and I talk hella shit
If you ain't got money I can't baby sit
Nigga get off yo ass
And go sell you a brick
I can't stand a nigga
Who flex wit counterfeits
Period
A backwoods barbie just stepped in
I roll up a wood and I roll one again
Ain't no nigga gone play me this time
I hopped out my feelings
And learned how to rhyme
Got tired of not havin a dime
A nigga ain't neva had shit
That I needed
I was done with his ass
Hesteady ask me for reasons
Truth is! I don't like being broke
Swimming so deep in his debt
Made me choke
He in and he out
And I'm payin his bond
And wen he get out
He lose feelings and run
(Running Ass Nigga)
A nigga ain't neva had shit
A nigga neva had shit
That I needed
A nigga ain't neva had shit
A nigga ain't never had shit that i needed
Put on his knees
And I tell him come eat it
I tell em be michael jackson
And beat it
Tell em go to the bank
I always recieve it
Tell a nigga I love him
Don't really mean it
Play yo cards right
You keep his ass dreamin
He ain't neva had a bitch so raw
He take me to his crib
Or I fuck him in a car
Bitch I don't do drugs or pop bars
A backwoods barbie just stepped in
I roll up a wood and I roll one again
Aint no nigga gone play me this time
I hopped out my feelings
And learned how to rhyme
Got tired of not havin a dime
A nigga ain't neva had shit I needed
I was done with his ass
He steady ask me for reasons
Truth is! I don't like being broke
A backwoods barbie just stepped in
I roll up a wood and I roll one again
Aint no nigga gone play me this time
I hopped out my feelings
And learned how to rhyme
Got tired of not havin a dime
A nigga aint neva had shit I needed
I was done with his ass
He steady ask me for reasons
Truth is! I don't like being broke
Haha
Haaaa
Broke ahh nigga
Man I'm tired of this shit
I'm finna get me a bag
Aight Ciah
Hahaha
Yea Yea Yea
His new chick call I say who you
You ain't got no swag
Bitch you boohoo
A nigga ain't neva had shit
That I needed
Get on his knees
Have him beggin and pleasin
Nigga shoot at my car
Cuz I make him so mad
And he really just mad
Cuz I'm in my bag
And He goin out sad
He can't get his bitch back
He just a fag who ain't got no racks
But my pussy wet and I talk hella shit
If you ain't got money I can't baby sit
Nigga get off yo ass
And go sell you a brick
I can't stand a nigga
Who flex wit counterfeits
Period
A backwoods barbie just stepped in
I roll up a wood and I roll one again
Ain't no nigga gone play me this time
I hopped out my feelings
And learned how to rhyme
Got tired of not havin a dime
A nigga ain't neva had shit
That I needed
I was done with his ass
Hesteady ask me for reasons
Truth is! I don't like being broke
Swimming so deep in his debt
Made me choke
He in and he out
And I'm payin his bond
And wen he get out
He lose feelings and run
(Running Ass Nigga)
A nigga ain't neva had shit
A nigga neva had shit
That I needed
A nigga ain't neva had shit
A nigga ain't never had shit that i needed
Put on his knees
And I tell him come eat it
I tell em be michael jackson
And beat it
Tell em go to the bank
I always recieve it
Tell a nigga I love him
Don't really mean it
Play yo cards right
You keep his ass dreamin
He ain't neva had a bitch so raw
He take me to his crib
Or I fuck him in a car
Bitch I don't do drugs or pop bars
A backwoods barbie just stepped in
I roll up a wood and I roll one again
Aint no nigga gone play me this time
I hopped out my feelings
And learned how to rhyme
Got tired of not havin a dime
A nigga ain't neva had shit I needed
I was done with his ass
He steady ask me for reasons
Truth is! I don't like being broke
A backwoods barbie just stepped in
I roll up a wood and I roll one again
Aint no nigga gone play me this time
I hopped out my feelings
And learned how to rhyme
Got tired of not havin a dime
A nigga aint neva had shit I needed
I was done with his ass
He steady ask me for reasons
Truth is! I don't like being broke
Haha
Haaaa
Broke ahh nigga
Man I'm tired of this shit
I'm finna get me a bag
Aight Ciah
Hahaha
Yea Yea Yea
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Writer(s): Cymio Mccullough
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