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  • Song Lyrics » J » Jermaine Dupri » It's Nothing Lyrics
    [jd]
    So so def
    [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