Dom Kennedy - It Aint Really Nuthin lyrics

It Ain't Really Nothin' [Hook] All these b**hes f**in' It ain't really nothin' (X2) It ain't nothin It ain't really nothin'. (X2) I know you want me ?? To you [Verse 1: Rich Hil] Ricky Hil slide off in the Crown Vic, Slickville, b**h it's goin' down b**hes on my dick Payin' 4 for the pound Ricky talk slick Homies get it outta town Alpine like a mothaf**a Got a new jawn, fine as a mothaf**a What you talkin' bout b**h I just walk 'em out Chevy makes noise on the street when I walk it out Uh, b**h I don't pay no mind to them I be slurred out That's the state of mind I'm in And them bad b**hes? I got all kinds of them She be leanin' on them pain pills & Heineken CT, I mighta been I'm prolly in the city though With some short skirt, tall, big titty hoes Lookin like they bout to shoot a f**in video Backwood with that lean On my Philly flow [Hook] [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] I got my drink, I got my chronic I know that b**h She f** w me, she f w rich, she f w bonic You know me, I just be grindin' Or I'm with my baby momma All these other n***as s** That's on my mom, just bein honest I'm on this beat, you on my dick You love my style, you stole my sh** Everywhere I go, they know my sh** And you ain't never really heard a song like this You see my belt? I need your help Just relax, be your self sh**, get high, we won't melt Don't bring yo friend if she won't help Come kiss the sky, witness god She wanna leave, but it's just too live I'm in the heart, I'm in the thighs Dot waste yo time, this b**h is mine Rolie watch, Cuban chain, yo girlfriend in a groupie gang Now I got my money up, my pockets feel like Gucci mane West side? Believe it doe My sh** is arena doe And I still be wearin' sh** these n***as never seen before My sh** got gold buckets Mom calls me Dom, I don't need no introduction [Hook]