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Gucci Mane

Nuthin On Ya

 

Nuthin On Ya

(album: Diary Of A Trap God - 2013)


[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
They ain't got nothing on ya...
They ain't got nothing on ya (they ain't got nothing on ya)
I swear them hoes, they ain't got nothing on ya
That nigga broke, he ain't got nothing for ya
I swear these hoes, they ain't got nothing on ya
I fuck with you cause you're very loyal
And you're so fine, you make my blood boil
I have to go and get another lawyer
She took the charge, they ain't got nothing on her
I swear to God they ain't got nothing on her
We in the airport, she got something on her
We ball out in the mall in California
We might just pull up in twin Californians

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
They ain't got nothing on ya
They ain't got nothing on ya
They ain't got nothing on ya
Hoes, ain't got nothing on ya
I think that shit just paranoia
She think I'm with another woman
Another woman that gon' keep me coming
Dirty hoes, they ain't got nothing on ya

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
It's nothing claiming y'all, but they bluffing
Come home and I hit it hard, and she give me head, that's concussion
I'm stunting OG kush what I'm puffing
In the club you know me, I'll spend it all,
And my homies gon' get to busting
Got a quarter million to spend
Just came home from tour and I crushed it
Just bought my wife a pair of glass shoes
'Cause her ass thick as a pumpkin
They ain't got nothing on her
She don't want no other niggas, she fucking with a stoner
And if I'm up in this bitch then I'm probably with the owner
Hella bottles, hella marijuana, anything you want, my niggas got it
We got liquor, we got mollies,
We got bitches trying to ride, taking pictures
We just standing on the couches, they could try but...

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I fuck with shorty 'cause she very loyal
We can tie the night like Memph and Toya
I won't ignore you and I won't divorce you
Let's have two girls to his column Rose and Portia
I respect that girl, I accept that girl
I'll do everything I can to protect that girl
If I could do it all again, would've kept that girl
But I'm unhealthy for you baby, I fuck up your world
You your daddy's little girl, but you's a grown lady
And I don't see it like he see it 'cause we not related
We got faded at my spot, I swear we so wasted
After the twelfth shot of Patron, I swear I can't even taste it

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

done

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