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Ain't That Sumthin' Video (MV)




Performed By: Marcus A. Brown
Length: 1:21
Written by: Marcus Brown




Marcus A. Brown - Ain't That Sumthin' Lyrics
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You see, men do whatever they want. Boys do whatever they can
I wake up in the mornin' like "F*ck it, I think I'ma travel the land!"
All the shit that I do and I say, I be knowin' they don't understand
See my pictures on Instagram, they be like "Oh, but he's such a good man!"
See, these party whores and these single moms, couldn't take on dates, couldn't take on proms
Now they're overweight and their pussies stank, and they look at you, like you owe 'em somethin'
What the f*ck you want!? Aw, you lookin' for love?
I was lookin' for you, you was being a thot in the club "Turn up!"
That was real shit, they don't like that shit
They will f*ck you up just to fight that shit
Or they false-flag, on that dyke shit
Or they go to church, talk that bible shit
Or they're independent, 'cause you men ain't shit
You know "Why you just can't be a real man!?"
Still they be talkin' that wife shit, and we honor this sense of entitlement
Ain't that sumthin' (Shit is crazy)
Ain't that sumthin'
Hold on, wait. Let me get this shit straight
You expect me to get a job, be successful
Meet a girl, fall in love
Get married, have some kids
Buy a house by the country club
And live happily ever after
Until she gets mad, or 'til she gets bored
Then next thing you know, when she want a divorce
Now you finna lose all of that shit in the court
F*ck that! And f*ck you!
Ain't that sumthin'
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You see, men do whatever they want. Boys do whatever they can
I wake up in the mornin' like "F*ck it, I think I'ma travel the land!"
All the shit that I do and I say, I be knowin' they don't understand
See my pictures on Instagram, they be like "Oh, but he's such a good man!"
See, these party whores and these single moms, couldn't take on dates, couldn't take on proms
Now they're overweight and their pussies stank, and they look at you, like you owe 'em somethin'
What the f*ck you want!? Aw, you lookin' for love?
I was lookin' for you, you was being a thot in the club "Turn up!"
That was real shit, they don't like that shit
They will f*ck you up just to fight that shit
Or they false-flag, on that dyke shit
Or they go to church, talk that bible shit
Or they're independent, 'cause you men ain't shit
You know "Why you just can't be a real man!?"
Still they be talkin' that wife shit, and we honor this sense of entitlement
Ain't that sumthin' (Shit is crazy)
Ain't that sumthin'
Hold on, wait. Let me get this shit straight
You expect me to get a job, be successful
Meet a girl, fall in love
Get married, have some kids
Buy a house by the country club
And live happily ever after
Until she gets mad, or 'til she gets bored
Then next thing you know, when she want a divorce
Now you finna lose all of that shit in the court
F*ck that! And f*ck you!
Ain't that sumthin'
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Writer: Marcus Brown
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