Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sho Nuff, artist - Tela
Date of issue: 20.03.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sho Nuff |
It was this bitch that I knew back from '86 |
Graduated and made it from the college of dicks |
Now who the fuck you be, bitch you know me |
Tryin to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key |
Nah ho I ain’t po', where did my motherfuckas go |
I remember this ho, she used to do nails for Rochelle’s, well |
How the hell you been since I had no job |
Hum, why don’t you give me some |
Cause you know I flow and run for Suave |
Nah, all of that was on the couch |
No doubt y’all records spin, y’all shippin in gold |
It’s cold On The Outside Lookin In (Brrrr!) |
You’d besta make yourself worthy |
Cause I got a click of niggas ready to get their johnson very dirty |
You heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit |
Ain’t this a bitch |
I remember when you would not give me shit |
Now you down for them habits |
Put your numbers on the napkin |
Make it snappy cause I got to go to the bathroom |
Hoes with no clothes showin' love |
Shakin that ass in the club nigga what? |
Hoes with no clothes showin' love |
Shakin that ass in the club nigga what? |
Hoes with no clothe showin' love |
Shakin that ass in the club nigga what? |
Hoes with no clothes showin' love |
Shakin that ass in the club nigga what? |
No different from the rest |
She’s just an ordinary ho |
Hair extensions, long nails, ass thicker than gumbo |
Make it fast, takin cash, shakin ass in the mix |
Tens turn to twenties and twenties come from plenty tricks |
Niggas in love |
Can’t stay out the club |
All in the ho’s face |
But at the end of the paper chase, whatever you had will be erased |
I see him in the back |
Countin up that chedder |
Talkin' loud, smokin hay, makin clouds, gettin ready for the crowd |
I think I know one |
I remember you, oh yes I do |
Tryin to highside from me and my crew, but ain’t no love lost boo |
What time the club close, at 3 |
What’s up, you comin with me |
We can smoke up mad trees after you get up off your knees |
You want some cheese |
Hoes don’t stay at the suave house |
Hoes around my nuts like knats |
Real dogs don’t pay for cats, dats |
For real baby |
Recognize and sho me love, dig that shit, sho nuff |
Well I be God damned, this stout ass ho |
Wants to get close to me |
A few years back in the past, you wouldn’t of even noticed me |
Quoting the, lyrics of the songs that you know I flow |
Lookin for, confidants, and tickets to my next show |
Check yo' bitch |
In these short ass pants and blow up dresses |
I can tell they freaky with out three guesses |
Oh yes it’s very true |
Your bitch’ll be needin me, leavin you |
Hell, now what the fuck is a nigga like me supposed to do |
Let her loose or let her remain |
Cause all she be lookin for is some fame |
A bigger name |
Lil' Miss Thang with bigger game |
And she claim she ain’t heard my music |
Tryin to trick me |
So I told that ho my name Bill Bixby |
She still hit me |
Now she, killin my dick softly with her mouth and I |
Really just don’t plan on takin it out cause I |
MJ fuckin G you needs to knows 'bout these hoes shakin |
They ass with no clothes like some pros, sho nuff |