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Juelz Santana

Genres: Hip-Hop

U Aint Got Nothin Lyrics - Juelz Santana

[Fab] 

yesssss 

what it look like 

tryin 2 show dese niggas man 

its dat street fam man we rep dat 

 

I'm with a hundred and one niggas we dalmation doggy Deep 

And fly with the tounge so if u feelin froggy leap 

Kermit you better think before you ribbit 

Don't be murdered over your song before add libit 

I pop up like exzibit 

Forget it I'm at your krivitz 

Not to put no f**kin fish tanks in your civics 

F**k getting your ride pimped 

Ull get hard tyed wimped 

Have u in da trunk curled up like fried shimp 

It's been a good year mayb I shud ride with lim 

Cause your boy jus stay above the game 

They tryna tag em, spray a brotha frame 

But your shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim 

Go 'head nigga, say another name 

Take dis family for a joke playing wayan brother games 

And I'm a get u sucka I've been skeemin with dis keenin 

Aimin with dis daymin 

I'm puttin dat major pain in 

My lil man zonia marlon and shawn ya 

Lay da beef on dis noodle 

Make some noodle lasagna 

40 cal fetticine tres pound pasta 

You reach for dis medalion you must like italian, nigga 

You only see me pushin if the drivers side 

I work da s6 ever since the 5 retired 

The drop top, dey say the social drive expired 

So you could call a cab once your bitch fall for fab 

 

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Uh I get money like a *muf**ka* 

Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see 

I got everything 

You got nuthing 

You ain't got nuthin on me 

Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka* 

Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa 

I got everything 

You got nuthing 

You ain't got nuthin on me 

 

Photos 

 

I'm on da grind till da police come 

With dat pistol on da side boy don't be dumb 

Or... I let that semi twirl youh 

Now you could follow the drip 

Cause 1 shot outta the clip will jerry curl you 

Wen we slop you like seconds 

Obey me like peasents 

Or get opened up like presents 

Please, my yung boysz whilin for respect 

Slit your throat, have you smilin witchur neck 

Say cheese 

My doughs a bit longer 

My flow is jus slaughter 

My wrists look like frozen poland spring water 

So tell me boys tell me boys who u think your messin with 

I get money out da ass, dats sum expensive shit 

Havent u all heard (what?) 

Ya'll all heard(yup) 

I stick toothpicks(where) 

In ya all durbs 

Listen, 

I'm a shark, ya'll jus coyfish(whatelse) 

Octopus(whatelse) 

Oysters 

Chaa 

I got my eye on your wifey now(yea) 

I'll have her lick me up(up) 

And den wipe me down(down) 

She tol me uze a nag, uze a bug(ddaammn) 

She tol me I'm a blast I'm a stud*(daaamn)* 

She tol me ude be beast n ude be checkin for da burn 

So I gave her knee pads for da rug 

It's scar gang from the chain of the lifestyle 

U surfboy dudes get wiped out 

 

Uh I get money like a *muf**ka* 

Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see 

I got everything 

You got nuthing 

You ain't got nuthin on me 

Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka* 

Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa 

I got everything 

You got nuthing 

You ain't got nuthin on me 

 

Get you 3-4 get you like da number after 1 I'm a get me 2 

It's weezy f u now u gotta hava babayy 

My money don't fold nor bends 

Mercedes maybach, grey black 

And I gota 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks 

F**k yo city yo town I state facts, take dat 

No, better yet like diddy take dat 

Wait rats I hate rats 

I clean dem out like ajax 

Got paper like A fax machine 

Ansanin 

Damn I mean assanon 

Dappa don 

After thine dere will be non 

Damn I mean dere will be nun 

I will be one 

Of dat greatest things u ever felt you ever seen 

Or heard carter-d havard ya'll scared 

Not me 

Not I 

Call me young popeye 

Tell bruno I'm a nuno 

I'll bring ral to your funrol 

Damn I mean funeral funerol 

You say tomato I say tamata 

U say get em I say got em 

Yea I got em 

Man u better keep payin me cause u don't want my problems 

I be wildin like capital one... what is in your wallet 

You fly 

But what is it to pilot 

Weezy I'm at the top foot up in your bottom 

Damn I mean foot up in your ass 

I kick dat shit I gon put it in da trash 

Diesel 

 

Uh I get money like a *muf**ka* 

Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see 

I got everything 

You got nuthing 

You ain't got nuthin on me 

Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherf**ka 

Yeaa money u ain't never see *yeaa 

yeaa uh 

You ain't got nuthin on me 

 

Yeaa im gettin money like a muf**ka 

Shades darker den a bitch but I cud see 

I got everything 

You got nuthing 

You aint got nuthin on me 

 

Yeaa im gettin money like a muf**ka 

Big money nigga, big money nigga, big money nigga 

Yeaa* 

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