Not for Nothin' - Painted In Exile

Yeah, you know the beat 250

They say you dudes is dead, but we keep it filthy

You on the internet talkin' shit, you’re creepy

'Cause we the motherfuckers that you wish you could be

And we ‘aint ever gonna stop,

Hoes sit on my face and on my crotch, then wash my socks

And I’m fox on the hunt for some box

Bad bitches in high tops wearing my band shirt, take off your damn skirt

Hang around me for too long, you run the risk of getting burnt

Like a dab hit, speaking my mind over some odd-time slam shit

Handle it

She loves the dick

You’ll get slapped mad quick for talking shit

Your pride is gone and now you’re left for dead