You Ain't Got Nuthin (Explicit)
Lil Wayne"You Ain't Got Nuthin (Explicit)" is a song by Lil Wayne, released in 2008 in the Pop genre. The song is 5:23 long and contains 134 lines and 877 words.
Lyrics
0:12I'm with a hundred and one niggas we Dalmatian doggy deep
0:14And fly with the tongue so if you feelin froggy leap
0:18Kermit you better think before you ribbit
0:21Don't be murdered over your song before you ad-lib it
0:24I pop up like Xzibit
0:25But givin' I'm at your crib it's
0:27Not to put no f**kin' fish tanks in your Civics
0:30F**k getting your ride pimped
0:31You'll get hog-tied whipped
0:33Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shimp
0:36It's been a good year maybe I should ride a blimp
0:39Cause your boy just stay above the game
0:42They tryna tag em spray a brotha' frame
0:45But your shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim
0:48Go 'head ni**a say another name
0:51Take this family for a joke play them Wayan Brothers games
0:54And I'm a get you sucka I be scheming with dis keenin
0:57Aimin with dis Damon
0:58I'm puttin that major pain in
1:00My lil man is on ya Marlon and Shawn ya
1:03Lay the beef on this noodle
1:05Make some noodle lasagna
1:0640 cal fettuccine tres pound pasta
1:08You reach for this medallion you must like Italian ni**a
1:12You only see me pushin if the drivers tired
1:15I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired
1:19The drop top they say it's Ocean Drive inspired
1:22So you could call a cab once your b**ch fall for Fab
1:26Uh I get money like a *muf**ka*
1:29Shades darker than I b**ch but I could see
1:31I got everything
1:33You got nothing
1:35You ain't got nothin' on me
1:37Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka*
1:41Yeaa money u would never see yeaa
1:44I got everything
1:46You got nothing
1:47You ain't got nothin' on me
1:49I'm on the grind till the police come
1:51With that pistol on the side boy don't be dumb
1:54Or I let that semi twirl ya
1:57Now you could follow the drip
1:58Cause one shot outta the clip will Jheri curl you
2:01Leave you sloppy like seconds
2:03Obey me like peasants
2:04Or get opened up like presents
2:06Please my young boys whilin for respect
2:09Slit your throat have you smilinl witcha neck
2:12Say cheese
2:13My doughs a bit longer
2:14My flow is just slaughter
2:16My wrists look like frozen Poland Spring water
2:18So tell me boys tell me boys who you think your messing with
2:22I get money out the a** that's some expensive sh*t
2:25Haven't you all heard (what )
2:27Ya'll all herbs (yup)
2:28I stick toothpicks(where)
2:29In ya hors d'oeuvre
2:31Listen
2:32I'm a shark ya'll just koi fish (what else)
2:35Octopus(what else)
2:36Oysters
2:37Haha
2:38I got my eye on your wifey now (yea)
2:40I'll have her lick me up(up)
2:42And then wipe me down(down)
2:43She told me you'se a nag you'se a bug(ddaammn)
2:47She told me I'm a blast I'm a stud*(daaamn)*
2:50She told me you'd be beast and you'd be checkin for the burn
2:53So I gave her knee pads for the rug(haha)
2:55It's skull gang from the chain to the lifestyle
2:58You surf-boy dudes get wiped out(totally)
3:01Uh I get money like a *muf**ka*
3:05Shades darker than I b**ch but I could see
3:08I got everything
3:09You got nothing
3:11You ain't got nothin' on me
3:14Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka*
3:17Yeaa money u would never see yeaa
3:21I got everything
3:23You got nothing
3:24You ain't got nothin' on me
3:26Get you 3-4 get you like the number after 1 umma a get me 2
3:31It's weezy f you now you gotta have a baby
3:34My money don't fold nor bends
3:36Mercedes Maybach Grey black
3:39And I gotta 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks
3:42F**k your city and your town I state facts take that
3:47No better yet like diddy take that
3:49Wait rats I hate rats
3:51I clean them out like Ajax
3:53Got paper like a fax machine
3:54Asinene
3:55Damn I mean asinine
3:56Dappa don
3:57After mine there will be nine
3:59Damn I mean there will be none
4:01I will be one
4:01Of the greatest things you ever felt you ever seen or
4:05Heard carter Harvard ya'll scared
4:07Not me
4:08Not I
4:09Call me young Popeye
4:10Tell Bruno I'm a nuno
4:12I'll bring rail to your funeral
4:14Damn I mean funer-al funeral
4:15You say tomato I say tomata
4:17You say get 'em I say got 'em
4:19Yea I got 'em
4:20Man you better keep paying me cause you don't want my problems
4:23I be wildin like Capital One what is in your wallet
4:26You fly
4:27But what is it to pilot
4:29Weezy I'm at the top foot up in your bottom
4:32Damn I mean foot up in your a**
4:35I kick that sh*t now gon put it in the trash
4:38Diesel
4:39Uh I get money like a *muf**ka*
4:42Shades darker than I b**ch but I could see
4:45I got everything
4:46You got nothing
4:47You ain't got nothing on me
4:50Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherf**ka
4:54Yeaa money you ain't never see *yeaa
4:58Yeaa uh
4:59You ain't got nothing on me
5:03Yeaa I'm gettin' money like a muf**ka
5:06Shades darker than a b**ch but I could see
5:09I got everything
5:10You got nothing
5:12You ain't got nothing on me
5:15Yeaa I'm gettin money like a muf**ka
5:18Big money ni**a big money ni**a big money ni**a
5:23Yeaa*
I'm with a hundred and one niggas we Dalmatian doggy deep And fly with the tongue so if you feelin froggy leap Kermit you better think before you ribbit Don't be murdered over your song before you ad-lib it I pop up like Xzibit But givin' I'm at your crib it's Not to put no f**kin' fish tanks in your Civics F**k getting your ride pimped You'll get hog-tied whipped Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shimp It's been a good year maybe I should ride a blimp Cause your boy just stay above the game They tryna tag em spray a brotha' frame But your shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim Go 'head ni**a say another name Take this family for a joke play them Wayan Brothers games And I'm a get you sucka I be scheming with dis keenin Aimin with dis Damon I'm puttin that major pain in My lil man is on ya Marlon and Shawn ya Lay the beef on this noodle Make some noodle lasagna 40 cal fettuccine tres pound pasta You reach for this medallion you must like Italian ni**a You only see me pushin if the drivers tired I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired The drop top they say it's Ocean Drive inspired So you could call a cab once your b**ch fall for Fab Uh I get money like a *muf**ka* Shades darker than I b**ch but I could see I got everything You got nothing You ain't got nothin' on me Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka* Yeaa money u would never see yeaa I got everything You got nothing You ain't got nothin' on me I'm on the grind till the police come With that pistol on the side boy don't be dumb Or I let that semi twirl ya Now you could follow the drip Cause one shot outta the clip will Jheri curl you Leave you sloppy like seconds Obey me like peasants Or get opened up like presents Please my young boys whilin for respect Slit your throat have you smilinl witcha neck Say cheese My doughs a bit longer My flow is just slaughter My wrists look like frozen Poland Spring water So tell me boys tell me boys who you think your messing with I get money out the a** that's some expensive sh*t Haven't you all heard (what ) Ya'll all herbs (yup) I stick toothpicks(where) In ya hors d'oeuvre Listen I'm a shark ya'll just koi fish (what else) Octopus(what else) Oysters Haha I got my eye on your wifey now (yea) I'll have her lick me up(up) And then wipe me down(down) She told me you'se a nag you'se a bug(ddaammn) She told me I'm a blast I'm a stud*(daaamn)* She told me you'd be beast and you'd be checkin for the burn So I gave her knee pads for the rug(haha) It's skull gang from the chain to the lifestyle You surf-boy dudes get wiped out(totally) Uh I get money like a *muf**ka* Shades darker than I b**ch but I could see I got everything You got nothing You ain't got nothin' on me Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka* Yeaa money u would never see yeaa I got everything You got nothing You ain't got nothin' on me Get you 3-4 get you like the number after 1 umma a get me 2 It's weezy f you now you gotta have a baby My money don't fold nor bends Mercedes Maybach Grey black And I gotta 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks F**k your city and your town I state facts take that No better yet like diddy take that Wait rats I hate rats I clean them out like Ajax Got paper like a fax machine Asinene Damn I mean asinine Dappa don After mine there will be nine Damn I mean there will be none I will be one Of the greatest things you ever felt you ever seen or Heard carter Harvard ya'll scared Not me Not I Call me young Popeye Tell Bruno I'm a nuno I'll bring rail to your funeral Damn I mean funer-al funeral You say tomato I say tomata You say get 'em I say got 'em Yea I got 'em Man you better keep paying me cause you don't want my problems I be wildin like Capital One what is in your wallet You fly But what is it to pilot Weezy I'm at the top foot up in your bottom Damn I mean foot up in your a** I kick that sh*t now gon put it in the trash Diesel Uh I get money like a *muf**ka* Shades darker than I b**ch but I could see I got everything You got nothing You ain't got nothing on me Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherf**ka Yeaa money you ain't never see *yeaa Yeaa uh You ain't got nothing on me Yeaa I'm gettin' money like a muf**ka Shades darker than a b**ch but I could see I got everything You got nothing You ain't got nothing on me Yeaa I'm gettin money like a muf**ka Big money ni**a big money ni**a big money ni**a Yeaa*
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