[Chorus: Magic]
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Now we can take a walk to my truck (BUT I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN)
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And I ain't tryin to say you're a duck (BUT I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN)
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And I ain't tryin to say you're a ho (BUT I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN)
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But bitch I'm doin bad and I'm broke (BITCH I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN)
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I'm on the grind ho (YEA!) I'm on the grind ho (YEA!)
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I'm on the gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-grind ho (YEA!)
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And I ain't payin for shit, I'm on the grind ho (YEA!)
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I'm on the grind ho (YEA!) I'm on the grind ho (YEA!)
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[Verse One: Magic]
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Bitches get a boot, I ain't trickin all the loot
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Sick of lyin to them hoes, I'ma tell 'em all the truth
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A brother doin bad, buy your own fuckin drank
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Get yourself up in the club, stop reachin for my bank
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I'm a miser, that mean I'm tight as a jew
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So if you're, lookin for love bitch you know what to do
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Find a man, cause I ain't givin nuttin but dick
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If you insulted? Grab your fuckin pussy and split!
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Callin my phone, tryin to get in V.I.P.
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I'll get you in but my niggaz want some head for free
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If you're, wit it I'm wit it, if you're not get-the-fuck ho
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Thinkin a nigga get you treated like a buck ho
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two: David Banner]
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Let me hold somethin Banner - look you cain't hold shit
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Nigga buy your own drink, stop beggin like a bitch
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Get some motherfuckin nuts, be a motherfuckin man
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Y'all them same niggaz laughin when I step off in that van
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Bootlegger cocksuckers in my face, you a fan ho
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Get up off my nuts and start your own fuckin band ho
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Grab some fuckin chalm sticks, get off of a nigga dick
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Even if you had a pussy bitch I wouldn't splurge trick
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Man I'm comin down hard, pullin pussy niggaz cards
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If you don't like it KNUCKLE UP and take it to the yard
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Dead but you won't get a cent from me
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But you can get a good ass kickin for free, punk bitch!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: Lil' Boosie]
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Now when I step off in the club, all the bad girls scream
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Holla "Boosie bad-ass, let me hit ya cup of lean"
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Told her no way, look like you be-fo'play
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I hit you with this dick and I'm gon' make you run like O.J.
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Now they got redbones, blackbones, horses, and stallions
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But if you got that fire cat {?} Boosie he ain't gone
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You want your bread fire really you can get it
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But we linin like we dope and all my niggaz wanna hit it
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I'm a fool in Mississippi, I'm lovin the hype
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Everything I drop it they gon' cop it like I'm Tina & Ike
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I got a clique of real niggaz and we ready to fight
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And we fo' sho' to hittin somethin at the telly tonight
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I'm at the suites with two freaks, I'm slappin 'em on they cheeks
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I'm hittin 'em from the back off a David Banner beat
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Now I'm skeetin on the sheets, headed to another city
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Where we go and get some cat and we ain't gotta pay a penny nigga
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[Chorus]
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Ain't Got Nothing
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David Banner |