P-Lo - Nothing Much lyrics

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P-Lo - Nothing Much lyrics

[Hook] West side, dubs up Whole world gonna love us Finna f** this club up Everyday that's nothing much West side, dubs up Whole world gonna love us Finna f** this club up Everyday that's nothing much Everyday that's nothing much Everyday that's nothing much West side, dubs up Everyday that's nothing much Everyday that's nothing much Everyday that's nothing much West side, dubs up Everyday that's nothing much [Verse 1] Real n***a I think I'm the definition Listen to my old head he said that success is repetition b**h I made like thirty racks before I receive some recognition And I put on for the bay I need a key to every city Got a style for every bump on you Sh-Sh-sh** on everything so pray that I don't take a dump on you Gave these n***as style my Instagram should be for pay-per view Associate with yall I really think I'm incapable, do my sh** like the Geisha's do Understand, get a grip on what I'm saying If I show up then they paying, never hold my stage vacant On some real sh**, never bring a new chick where you staying I go harder than a b**h, yeah my flow on Super Saiyan And it's HBK the gang, th-th-these n***as ain't in my lane Fu-Fu-f** a piece bruh I want the whole thing D-D-Dot Com b**h check the domain I'm wild as hell, I got style as well I got beats for sale and I'm working I-I'm in the gut like a surgeon, so tell these n***as it's curtains (Aye) [Hook] [Verse 2] Six footer, f** the T.J. Hooker My girl a looker, and what I spit is coke cooked up P-Paper chasing, I hustle trying to stack a book up And you might see me in the sky if you decide to look up M-My teams straight, my money in a briefcase Her a** puffy, I told her get a cheesecake My bread scruffy, I never get a clean shave Cause where I'm from it's extra extra grimy these days Go-Go-Gold grilling feelings something like a million b**hes told me I was ugly it ain't ever hurt my feelings Cause they all on the dick, I go harder than a b**h And I'm p-pulling c-c-cash out like credit cards don't exist And I'm ready for whatever, so tell whatever be prepared I'm never tripping, if you want the b**h then we can share T-T-Turn the ba** up let them hear the speakers blare I want the thrown so you gonna have to give me the chair [Hook]