Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sho Nuff, artist - TelaDate of issue: 04.11.1996
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 |