JD (Jermaine Dupri)

JD (Jermaine Dupri) - It's Nothing lyrics

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 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

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 [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

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 [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?

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 [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

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Language: English

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