NANN NIGGA (CLICKS & WHISTLES BOOTLEG) - Trick Daddy
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NANN NIGGA (CLICKS & WHISTLES BOOTLEG) Lyrics
Hell no I don't want to holla at no motherfuckin Trick
He all over there smelling like boonk and Hennesey and shit
Hell noI'm saying though
What you got a playa back there just trying to say what's upHell no
I don't want to holla at him, that's alrightHold up bitch
Hold up bitch
Hold up hoe
Check it outHoe you don't know nann nigga, uh uh
That'll represent like me
Who'll say some shit like me
One who'll lay the dick like meBitch you don't know nann nigga, uh uh
Who do the shit that I do
Run through yo whole lil' crew
Pay for it if I got toHoe you don't know nann nigga, uh uh
That'll run off in yo house
Put the gun off in yo mouth
Blow yo motherfucking brains outBitch you don't know nann nigga, uh uh
Who'll fall off in the club
Free drinks for the show, some love
Take the bar home for the thugsBitch you don't know nann nigga, uh uh
Who know mo' niggas than me
Who do mo' killings than me
And weigh mo' dope dealings than meBitch you don't know nann nigga, uh uh (nope, nope)
Bitch you don't know nann nigga, uh uh (no, no, no)You don't know nann nigga
That dress fresher than me
And you don't know nann nigga that wear mo' Polo shit than me
Bitch you don't know nann nigga, uh uh
Who do mo' freaky stuff
Eat the coochie with the legs up
Then I blow it all in yo buttAnd I don't know nann hoe, uh uh
Who liked the dick like you
Who'll bite the dick like you
On a dikey bitch like you
And I don't like a bitch like you
I'll fight a bitch like you
Ol' trifling bitch like you
Ain't no telling what you might doBitch you don't know nann nigga uh uh
Hoe you don't know nann nigga uh uhUh uh, uh uh, uh uh
Hold up who the fuck this nigga think he is, he got me fucked up
I ain't ashamed of nothing I do
Hold up check this shit outYou don't know nann hoe, uh uh
Don' been the places I been
Who can spend the grands that I spend
Fuck 'bout 5 or 6 best friendsAnd you don't know nann hoe, uh uh
That's off the chain like me
That'll floss the thang like me
On a awful thang like meYou don't know nann hoe, uh uh
That sell more ass than me
You know nann hoe
That'll make you come like meNigga you don't know nann hoe, uh uh
That don' tried all types of shit
Who quick to deep throat the dick
And let another bitch straight lick the clitNow you don't know nann hoe, uh uh
That'll keep it wet like me
Make it come back to back like me
Lick a nigga nut sack like meNow you don't know nann hoe, uh uh
That'll ride the dick on the dime
Who love to fuck all the time
One who's pussy fatter than mineBitch you don't know nann hoeHold up baby hold up
What you said you'll do bitchNigga you heard what I motherfucking saidWell baby if you gon' be doin' all this
You need to be on my team
'Cause I'm the realest nigga you motherfucking knowWell if you want me you know how to find me
Taterhead got the numberTater boy bet they help Tater boy
Ha ha ha ha
Songwriters
MAURICE YOUNG, ADAM DUGGINSPublished by
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