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Jermaine Dupri (JD) lyrics - It's Nothing



Lyrics:

[JD]
  So So Def
  
  [1 - JD]
  For me to flip my dough, ice out the dashboard
  All you Range Roves, it's nothing
  [Da Brat]
  So put jams in the tens and pent
  Leave a millon dollar footprints, shit, it's nothing
  [JD]
  For me to get any chick and trick off bricks and
  Keep making hits, it's nothing
  [Da Brat]
  For me to lose a G and bet back three
  And let it stack, you know me
  [JD]
  It's nothing
  [JD]
  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
  
  [Repeat 1]
  
  [Da Brat]
  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 cuz 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
  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
  
  [Repeat 1]
  
  [R.O.C.]
  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?
  
  [Repeat 1]
  
  [JD]
  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
  
  Ahh


Jermaine Dupri (JD) lyrics - It's Nothing


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