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Da Brat
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It's Nothing
Lyricist:Jerry Butler, Jermaine Dupri, Rahman Griffin, Shawntae Harris, Marvin Young
So, so Def
For me to flip my dough, ice out the dashboard All you Range Roves, it's nothing So put jams in the tens and pent Leave a millon dollar footprints, shit, it's nothing
For me to get any chick and trick off bricks and Keep making hits, it's nothing For me to lose a G and bet back three And let it stack, you know me
It's nothing
Flat shows, up all gold to watch This for show, I connect all the dots Seen a lot of men, seen what I've seen Been where I been, do you even think about Coming hotter than
You could find me at the T top, C T gray Wit a girl no top, just blowing away, hey I make that, get you real pissed off Seen a chick first time throw a trick off
That Mark McGwire, outta the park big-time Don't matter what it cost, just get it, get it Like gray flow, like gray dough Wrist, ears, neck, light gray glow
Make dreams come true, C.R.E.A.M. come through Flows that don't like bass sing my boo Make ladies jump outta they panties and bras JD, babe ro, the Wizard of Oz
For me to flip my dough, ice out the dashboard All you Range Roves, it's nothing So put jams in the tens and pent Leave a millon dollar footprints, shit, it's nothing
For me to get any chick and trick off bricks and Keep making hits, it's nothing For me to lose a G and bet back three And let it stack, you know me
It's nothing
Since we got every motherfucker wantin' to dance now Get in the pants now, see me with them down, diggin' down I live with it, do what the fuck I wanna Da Brat bitch get drastic all by my lonesome
Don't come on real to miss, know from feeling this shit Out done 'cause we outnumbered your clique Who's that pushing that six? See that name on the plates The chain, the wrist
Hit the parties and the clubs in the Mercedes that bump my shit Switch from trick to thug, a hundred percent pure bitch Ice style, four clip, wish a nigga would slip, lights out Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com If a nigga ain't got four cents, I don't drop hints
Straight to the point Tell him I'm the hot kid about to rock this joint Make they jump out they boxer draws And I'm Da Brat, baby, and this is for all y'all
For me to flip my dough, ice out the dashboard All you Range Roves, it's nothing So put jams in the tens and pent Leave a millon dollar footprints, shit, it's nothing
For me to get any chick and trick off bricks and Keep making hits, it's nothing For me to lose a G and bet back three And let it stack, you know me
It's nothing
Yeah, yeah, now who can serve this crew is nervous? You broke by mistake, we rich on purpose What the word is, you heard this sober, the R O, uh You know what? Hold up, stop the beat
R O C nigga, now drop the beat Got to be, glittery, hoes opt to me Jittery, drop and give me head complimentary Up the flow, documentary of a ghetto prolific, oh so gifted
Wanna floss? ROC break your bank with the inner heart the females I come across Close your mouth hon', I run Come across the top lip of you whores like a Got Milk? Billboard Young mack, want that, kick back, for the flicks Stack chips, stack tricks, is you wit that?
For me to flip my dough, ice out the dashboard All you Range Roves, it's nothing So put jams in the tens and pent Leave a million dollar footprints, shit, it's nothing
For me to get any chick and trick off bricks and Keep making hits, it's nothing For me to lose a G and bet back three And let it stack, you know me
It's nothing
So did we make y'all rock? For me to make y'all rock For me to make y'all rock Shit, it's nothing
For me to make y'all rock For me to make y'all rock For me to make y'all rock It's nothing
Ah
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