Ain’t sh*t n*gga lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse]
b*tch, I'm your mama and your daddy
Not just that n*gga in your alley
I'm the croutons up in your salad
And know the formula to make a Krabby Patty
Who is that b*tch? It's that n*gga that'll pistol whip ya
Just for kicks and giggles
Playin' a lick, I'll stick up with my n*gga
And politic on how to get a ticket witcha, it's real
Tryna get my doctrines like I'm Dr. Phil
Prophesize my pockets into Uncle Phil
With two b*tches named Viv with two different skins
This the Maury Show, every episode I disappoint a ho
I don't trust her, we meet by the corner store
I just f*ck her then tend to avoid to grow
sh*t is wicked, b*tch, isn't it?
Let her f*ck and then sit b*tches up in my tenement
King Diggy, 'cause my n*gga got so much sentiments
Once I hit it, I dip off into the oblivion
Then pretendin' how I'm living, it's like a citizen
Rode the transfer so I can feel like a kid again
Illegitimate, it's only work on my penmanship
But never leave the crib unless I'm running outta piff and grits
[Non-Lyrical Vocals]