PSD Tha Drivah - It's Nothing lyrics

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PSD Tha Drivah - It's Nothing lyrics

[Verse 1: PSD] I love the paper, I'm a thug by nature I take the mug of a hater, that's just blood on my gators Who I'm is? Tha Drivah, b**h On a plane, with a half thang inside the b**h I'm looking hella inconspicuous, nonchalant With a whole zip of piff in my dun dun dun You can't owe, but I got it, what you need and want? Six five for the nina I got none to front Good n***a, Cutthoat, 3C hood n***a Money up on the wood (yes), it's all good I represent if I should for MD and Sug (my n***a's) Players do what they want haters do what they could Paper when n***as flaunt, vapors take over hoods Ho's will hollar "Ooh" Turf n***as will "Uhh" For reals, we tryna live, that's how serious it is No deals, so f** what judge and what jury it is I'm him [Hook] They say a hustler will never get to live as long They say a player when he older he'll be alone Yeah I'm in, let's do this sh**, to me it's nothing Nothing, it's nothing man I make a dollar out a nickel and a dime of cron Running game on these b**hes to confine they mind Say she in love, but girl love to me, it's nothing [Verse 2: Dubee] We into this pimpin' Sending them women hoeing for a percentage You wanna get raw? I make them drop they jaw, what you thought? Bet you bought this tape, to tighten up your screws Replace your boots and shoes Leave a s**y ho stuck and confused When I bruise the beat, you will see A Cutthoat n***a, [?] Super duper n***a on turf, [?] yoke in a gla** house I was thizzed out, stopped to push your b**h out Cause she so square she couldn't figure this out You're out b**h, cut, ho we ain't no punks Take a n***a's baddest b**h turn her into Turf c*nt Put a blunt up in it and she will puff it Put a hundred up in it, let you run up in it Just don't put your gun up in it I release pimp sh**, unbelievable Breathing on cheddar, plus you feign for dough No sweaters, we tote Beretta's and headers is what we sending b**hes yelling ain't sh**, niya, look at what I tell 'em [Hook] They say a hustler will never get to live as long They say a player when he older he'll be alone Yeah I'm in, let's do this sh**, to me it's nothing Nothing, it's nothing man I make a dollar out a nickel and a dime of cron Running game on these b**hes to confine they mind Say she in love, but girl love to me, it's nothing [Verse 3: Mac Dre] Now quench your thirst with a sip from this pimpin' boy I got bad on b**hes like a rental, Simpson Sour, filthy call me nasty All in her guts while I'm slapping her a** cheeks Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies She gets no affection whenever she cries n***a ride or die, H-O-E (Hoe up) If they know me, they owe me Chevy driver everynight, I get it from the womb Check a s**er motherf**er, gone off shrooms Ripped off Hennessy and there's finna be Bodies found in the near vicinity My enemies better stay home 'Cause I'm spraying up bodies like spray on cologne Oh, who, could it be? The Crestside Cutthoat me MD

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