I Ain’t Trickin’ lyrics

by

Kool G Rap


[Intro]
(Bum) (bum b*tch, I ain't trickin)
(Bum) (bum b*tch, I ain't trickin)
(I'm gettin rich but yo bum b*tch, I ain't trickin)

[Verse 1]
I'm only stickin, for none of you b*tches I ain't trickin
I mean I ain't buyin a b*tch a piece of fried chicken
I don't believe in holidays, I don't go on dates
I ain't with the movies or puttin on a pair of skates
Cause yo, I ain't about goin out like a sucker
What we ain't f*ckin? Cool, I'm out this muthaf*cka
Because I was taught to only give a dog a bone
b*tch if you're hungry, then take your f*ckin ass home
Cause yo, my mama didn't raise no dummy
You ain't suckin di*k, you can't get sh*t from me
I ain't got a quarter cause I be damned if I support her
And I don't give a f*ck if my hoes wear high waters
(Yo G, what you got to say for all them b*tches out there
Trinya get n*ggas for they money?)
b*tch, I ain't got nothin
You need some dough, hoe, go watch somebody's kids or somethin
Cause I ain't spendin no cash
And I can hear your stomach growlin while I'm crackin for the ass
You tell me yes that's fresh but if it's no then it's no
Here's you go, hoe, time for you to go
You want a n*gga that's trickin?
Don't look at me, I ain't no goddamn magician
You better keep walkin past
Cause even inside Kentucky Fried I never buy the ass
Pay me to put my di*k in
Cause my name ain't Doug Henning b*tch, and I ain't trickin
[Verse 2]
I ain't got sh*t for you peasants
And even Santa Clause want some pus*y for his presents
That goes for all you money bandits
And if I come to your house you can't believe I'm comin empty-handed
So don't ask what did I bring
(So what I'm gettin for Christmas?) Not a goddamn thing
b*tches try to get live
But if you're holdin out your hand to me I'm slappin you five
I make it simple and plain
Cab fare what b*tch? Take the f*ckin train
(But it's gettin ready to rain)
That's real f*cked up, it's a muthaf*ckin shame
Cause I'ma keep cryin broke
And the only thing you muthaf*ckin b*tches get is gunsmoke
No limos or luxury liners
Forget all that sh*t bout eatin out in a diner
All you can do is call me daddy
Suck this di*k and get a muthaf*ckin beef paddy
Five bucks is too steep
It's all about leavin b*tches in a hotel asleep
b*tch got kids then I'ma duck her
You better go and find daddy to feed them little muthaf*ckas
Cause I'm only with the stickin
And spend a night but that's right b*tch, I ain't trickin
[Verse 3]
I'm not tryin to give a hint
I'm comin straight out, don't ask me for a red muthaf*ckin cent
No trips to the beauty parlor
Cause I could have a million bucks and won't give up a damn dollar
And don't tell me your moms is sick
Cause you and your mother both can come suck my di*k
You want a ring with five carats?
Well, don't be surprised if it gets eaten by a f*ckin rabbit
Cause I ain't no bag of tricks
You gotta feed your kids, sell some ass and suck some di*k
So what you didn't eat in three nights
I don't give a sh*t if you was losin your eyesight
Trickin is not the way I really am
Cause I don't give a f*ck if your stomach blow up with helium
So f*ck all you bum b*tches
The last hoe I took to eat ended up washin dishes
Tryin to get me for a buck
You better off on the corner holdin a muthaf*ckin c*ck
I'm one n*gga you ain't vickin
I'm gettin rich but yo bum b*tch, I ain't trickin
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