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ricky hil - it aint really nuthin lyrics

it ain’t really nothin’
[hook]
all these b-tches f-ckin’
it ain’t really nothin’ (x2)
it ain’t nothin
it ain’t really nothin’. (x2)
i know you want me
?? to you

[verse 1: rich hil]
ricky hil slide off in the crown
vic, sl!ckville, b-tch it’s goin’ down
b-tches on my d-ck
payin’ 4 for the pound
ricky talk sl!ck
homies get it outta town
alpine like a mothaf-cka
got a new jawn, fine as a mothaf-cka
what you talkin’ bout b-tch
i just walk ’em out
chevy makes noise on the street when i walk it out
uh, b-tch i don’t pay no mind to them
i be slurred out
that’s the state of mind i’m in
and them bad b-tches?
i got all kinds of them
she be leanin’ on them pain pills & heineken
ct, i mighta been
i’m prolly in the city though
with some short skirt, tall, big t-tty hoes
lookin like they bout to shoot a f-ckin video
backwood with that lean
on my philly flow

[hook]

[verse 2: dom kennedy]

i got my drink, i got my chronic
i know that b-tch
she f-ck w me, she f w rich, she f w bonic
you know me, i just be grindin’
or i’m with my baby momma
all these other n-ggas suck
that’s on my mom, just bein honest
i’m on this beat, you on my d-ck
you love my style, you stole my sh-t
everywhere i go, they know my sh-t
and you ain’t never really heard a song like this
you see my belt? i need your help
just relax, be your self
sh-t, get high, we won’t melt
don’t bring yo friend if she won’t help
come kiss the sky, witness god
she wanna leave, but it’s just too live
i’m in the heart, i’m in the thighs
dot waste yo time, this b-tch is mine
rolie watch, cuban chain, yo girlfriend in a groupie gang
now i got my money up, my pockets feel like gucci mane
west side? believe it doe
my sh-t is arena doe
and i still be wearin’ sh-t these n-ggas never seen before
my sh-t got gold buckets
mom calls me dom, i don’t need no introduction

[hook]

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