No Shame Lyrics

[Intro]
What, ooh, what
What, ooh
You dig?
Man, these hoes ain't got no class nowadays, man
It's crazy
(Good job, 1st)
Ooh

[Chorus]
Tisk, tisk (What?)
Tisk, tisk (What?)
Tisk, tisk (What?)
Ain't no shame in that bih'
Ain't no shame in that bih'
Shame on that bih'
Make it rain in this bitch
Rain in this bih'
Tisk, tisk (What?)
Tisk, tisk (What?)
Tisk, tisk
Ain't no shame in that bih'
Ain't no shame in that bih'
Shame on that bih'
Make it rain in this bitch
Rain in this bih'
[Verse 1]
Know she fine like wine
Told her that I'd like to wine and dine
That's for sure that she got tattoos down her spine (Sexy hoe)
Dance at Follie's and she go to work at nine
She ain't innocent
Oh my
All these ones on me, I might throw 'em tonight
[?] (What the f*ck?)
Trying to make some conversation but she's trife
I ain't hearin' it
Pink molly high
Booted up, see it in her eyes
In it, I go- I go Ike (Beat it)
I know, she wit' you, she dry
She ain't feelin' it

[Chorus]
Tisk, tisk
Tisk, tisk
Tisk, tisk
Ain't no shame in that bih'
Ain't no shame in that bih'
Shame on that bih'
Make it rain in that bitch
Rain in that bih'
Tisk, tisk (What?)
Tisk, tisk (What?)
Tisk, tisk
Ain't no shame in that bih'
Ain't no shame in that bih'
Shame on that bih'
Make it rain in that bitch Rain in that bih' (Dig)
[Verse 2]
P-I-M-P
Drop it low, hands on your knees
Hold still while I throw the D
Iced out baby bottle so you know it's me
Yung Shyne, girl, know I get hip
Hit it from the back, put my hand on your hip
Put your head a lil' low then poke your lip
I'ma f*ck you long in the whip, that's photo fiction
Keep shaking ass and I'ma throw that shit
I'ma go ahead and spazz, I'ma throw that shit
If a nigga talk trash I'ma pull it
You can't dodge me, can't dodge these bullets
I might get a new Rollie then flood it
f*ck your hoe day and night like Kid Cudi
Nigga wanna double team, pop at your buddy
Baby got nice physique, butt on bubble
Young rich nigga eat shrimp, no Bubba
f*cking that p*ssy like bursting a Gusher
This sweater is Gosha, I came from the gutter
She throw that ass on me, swear that I love it
Omarion, I swear I'm gon' touch it (Touch it)
Diamonds, they dancing like Usher (Ice)
Tasted the p*ssy, it creamy like custard
p*ssy, I beat it up, beat it like Mustard
[Chorus]
Tisk, tisk
Tisk, tisk
Tisk, tisk
Ain't no shame in that bih'
Ain't no shame in that bih'
Shame on that bih'
Make it rain in that bitch
Rain in that bih'
Tisk, tisk (What?)
Tisk, tisk (What?)
Tisk, tisk
Ain't no shame in that bih'
Ain't no shame in that bih'
Shame on that bih'
Make it rain in that bitch
Rain in that bih'

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