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Ya Boy

Genres: Hip-Hop

Aint Nothing Lyrics - Ya Boy

It ain't nothing, ain't nothing to me 

I be doing shit they'd never believe 

I be thinking it ain't none, look at all that I got 

See I did made it happen, cause I see a lot 

Nah, it ain't nothing, pop bottles and blow trees 

And get a bottle of oz 

I be thinking it ain't none, look at all that I got 

See I did made it happen, cause I see a lot 

 

I ain't mess fly nigga, jet zone 

High when I pass, blowing gas on that 

Niggas on my level they must be top floor 

On top of the world getting top from your girl 

Living life like it's new to me 

22's on that whip boy that shit look like brand new shoes to me 

Just writing my 8's and a half, or my nines 

That's dimes in them little green bag, I blow it all 

Go cop and show it all 

Give money to my girl she gonna give it to the mall 

Got a niggaz zoning, eyes red like a break light on a late night 

Like I'm coning 

There's something about that swag you got, the 

They can't figure 

And ain't nothing just to flash what I got 

I can show platinum nigga 

 

It ain't nothing, ain't nothing to me 

I be doing shit they'd never believe 

I be thinking it ain't none, look at all that I got 

See I did made it happen, cause I see a lot 

Nah, it ain't nothing, pop bottles and blow trees 

And get a bottle of oz 

I be thinking it ain't none, look at all that I got 

See I did made it happen, cause I see a lot 

 

Guess who's still smell the money on my finger tips 

Riding with a single bitch 

Boy I let the speech, serve you like Serena bitch 

Man I got a benz Bentley and a beemer chick 

Fly nigga quick like my nigga Swift 

And I wrap a nigga up no Christmas gift 

While I beat a rock turned like Waka Flocka 

Whole squad push kicks like we playing soccer 

No talking, cut back nigga, block a blocka 

I swear you dealing with a monster, Chewbacca 

Girl I rep kill.. to my dying day 

And if I ain't a real nigga let me die today 

got us playing with power positions 

Let them ak's squirt like a pile of syringes 

Bitch bout wings spread like a butterfly 

I'm getting money, I ain't nothing like them other guys 

It ain't nothing nigga