Kool G. Rap & Dj Polo

Kool G. Rap & Dj Polo - I Ain't Trickin' lyrics

(Bum) (bum bitch, I ain't trickin)

(Bum) (bum bitch, I ain't trickin)

(I'm gettin rich but yo bum bitch, I ain't trickin)

[VERSE 1: Kool G Rap]

I'm only stickin, for none of you bitches I ain't trickin

I mean I ain't buyin a bitch 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 fuckin? Cool, I'm out this muthafucka

Because I was taught to only give a dog a bone

Bitch if you're hungry, then take your fuckin ass home

Cause yo, my mama didn't raise no dummy

You ain't suckin dick, you can't get shit from me

I ain't got a quarter cause I be damned if I support her

And I don't give a fuck if my hoes wear high waters

(Yo G, what you got to say for all them bitches out there

trinya get niggas for they money?)

Bitch, 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 nigga 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 dick in

Cause my name ain't (?) bitch, and I ain't trickin

[VERSE 2: Kool G Rap]

I ain't got shit for you peasants

And even Santa Clause want some pussy 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

Bitches 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 ( ? ) take the fuckin train

(But it's gettin ready to rain)

That's real fucked up, it's a muthafuckin shame

Cause I'ma keep cryin broke

And the only thing you muthafuckin bitches get is gunsmoke

No limos or luxury liners

Forget all that shit bout eatin out in a diner

All you can do is call me daddy

Suck this dick and get a muthafuckin beef paddy

Five bucks is too steep

It's all about leavin bitches in a hotel asleep

Bitch got kids then I'ma duck her

You better go and find daddy to feed them little muthafuckas

Cause I'm only with the stickin

And spend a night but that's right bitch, I ain't trickin

[VERSE 3: Kool G Rap]

I'm not tryin to give a hint

I'm comin straight out, don't ask me for a red muthafuckin cent

No trips to the beauty parlor

Cause I could have a million bucks and won't give up a dead dollar

And don't tell me your moms is sick

Cause you and your mother both can come suck my dick

You want a ring with five carats?

Well, don't be surprised if it gets eaten by a fuckin rabbit

Cause I ain't no back of tricks

You gotta feed your kids, sell some ass and suck some dick

So what you didn't eat in three nights

I don't give a shit if you was losin your eyesight

Trickin is not the way I really am

Cause I don't give a fuck if your stomach blow up with helium

So fuck all you bum bitches

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 muthafuckin cock

I'm one nigga you ain't vickin

I'm gettin rich but yo bum bitch, I ain't trickin

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