Correction Lyrics Ain’t Shhh by Trina

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He's a beast, he's a dog
He's a to-the-left (Yeah) problem (Yeah)
Tryna tell them lies
Hopin' that I won't solve 'em
I call him, voicemail picking straight up
Should I GPS him? Damn right straight up
My mind keep telling me
I'm 'bout to earn a felony
He'll neva get the best of me
Rushin' fast tryna see, why the maybach parked
Somewhere you'll neva be
Three o'clock in the morning
When you should be next to me (Yeah)
Hope it ain't Kimberly, better not be Tiffany
Probably that Ebony
How this dude be tryin' me?
Just wine and dining everything is fine (Yeah)
It don't work like that, I put in too much time
Damn, I'm in shock can't believe what I see
He ain't with that one chick
He in the back with all three (Yeah)
Low-down dirty ass cheating leam n*gga (Leam n*gga)
Don't make me pull this finger on this trigger (Wow!)

Now I can say the n*gga that I'm with ain't sh*t (No)
Say you put it down but you ain't gone win (Ohh)
You can trick if you want to boy okay (Okay!)
You can play that game so we'll do it my way (My way)
Now I can say the n*gga that I'm with ain't sh*t (No)
Say you put it down but you ain't gone win (Ohh)
You can trick if you want to boy okay (Okay!)
You can play that game so we'll do it my way (My way)

Now I ain't shoot 'em, 'cause he ain't worth that
The purse he bought yesterday
I took that sh*t back
I got them 12 stacks
I bleached all his clothes
So he know what's gon' happen
When he mess with outta (Ow)
I burned all his shoes, I swipe all his cards
Ordered Gucci off the internet and sold in it the yard
The sucker went dead broke in just three hours
After the transaction hit house Trump Towers
I called his momma up
She say, she feel my pain
She told me if she was me
She would've done the same thang (Thang)
Yeah, I kept the range
Just switched the finger
On the middle one
'Cause now its "F" you n*gga
I was a diamond in the rough
I ain't neva played tough
Never played tough 'til you got
Outta line doing all that dumb stuff
This n*gga had it good I could've sworn this was it
But come to find out that n*gga wasn't sh*t

Ladies if you know ya n*gga cheating
And he late night creepin'
Telephone stay ringing
With the boys every weekend
He be textin', lookin', peakin'
Makin' sure you ain't seein', then you know
That n*gga ain't sh*t
If he don't answer his phone
And his car ain't parked home
And you know he love to bone
'Cause he hate to be alone
And if you catchin' him with a shone
And he say that he is grown, then you know
That n*gga ain't sh*t
And his momma lie for him
And his brother do too
And his sister say "Girl
He gone do what he do"
And you know he tellin' lies
Tryna make you think they true
The you know that n*gga ain't sh*t (Ain't sh*t)
And he say that he was workin'
And you just came through
And the boss say that he called in with the flu
And you check his voicemail
Some chick sayin' "Where are you?"
Then you know that n*gga ain't sh*t

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