| Artist: | Young Beazy |
| Album: | No album name set |
| Title: | Nothing |
| Year: | 2016 |
| Genres: | Hip Hop/Rap |
About the artist
21 years old artist/producer from Sweden.
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Yeah I'm flexing all summer, I might pull up in a hummer
Fucking hoes I don't give em my number, Young Beazy on the come up
30 chains on I'm stuntin', bitch flew in from London
Hear em talking bout something, now these bitches fucking for nothing
Nothing, nothing, these bitches fucking for nothing
Nothing, nothing, these bitches fucking for nothing
Hear em talking bout something, now these bitches fucking for nothing
Bitch flew in from London, yeah these bitches fucking for nothing
[Verse 1]
These bitches be fucking, I aint never cuffing
Man I never love em if you believe that then you smoking on something
Bitch gon fuck when she off the molly
Pop a bottle in the club she wanna be somebody
V.I.P and it's lit no broke boys
Loco boys yeah these hoes know
Hey, why you hating get your bands up
I would love if a motherfucka ran up
Not in class but my motherfucking hands up
Flow terminal like I got cancer
I got homies that's dumping
America, Sweden and London
These bitches fucking for nothing
Now they know Imma be something
[Chorus]
Yeah I'm flexing all summer, I might pull up in a hummer
Fucking hoes I don't give em my number, Young Beazy on the come up
30 chains on I'm stuntin', bitch flew in from London
Hear em talking bout something, now these bitches fucking for nothing
Nothing, nothing, these bitches fucking for nothing
Nothing, nothing, these bitches fucking for nothing
Hear em talking bout something, now these bitches fucking for nothing
Bitch flew in from London, yeah these bitches fucking for nothing
[Verse 2]
I'm in love with these bands can't let go
That bitch hate me but she love the sex doe
1 hunnid since the get go
Run a train on a bitch no metro
Talking money cars clothes and hoes, these rappers don't like me no more
Fuck on my ex you can have that lil hoe while I buy out the store
Hey, I heard you still hating
While the crew turnt up celebrating
Spend money no saving
Motherfucka pop bottles like I made it
I got homies that's dumping
America, Sweden and London
These bitches fucking for nothing
Now they know Imma be something
[Chorus]
Yeah I'm flexing all summer, I might pull up in a hummer
Fucking hoes I don't give em my number, Young Beazy on the come up
30 chains on I'm stuntin', bitch flew in from London
Hear em talking bout something, now these bitches fucking for nothing
Nothing, nothing, these bitches fucking for nothing
Nothing, nothing, these bitches fucking for nothing
Hear em talking bout something, now these bitches fucking for nothing
Bitch flew in from London, yeah these bitches fucking for nothing
[Outro]
Yeah I'm flexing all summer, I might pull up in a hummer
Fucking hoes I don't give em my number, Young Beazy on the come up
30 chains on I'm stuntin', bitch flew in from London
Hear em talking bout something, now these bitches fucking for nothing