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san xyz - nothing to lose lyrics

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[pre-hook]
you ain’t got nothing on me
i ain’t got nothing on you
you ain’t got nothing to win
i ain’t got nothing to lose
nothing to prove, ridin’ round in a coupe
you ain’t got nothing on me
i ain’t got nothing on you
you ain’t got nothing to win
i ain’t got nothing to lose
nothing to prove, ridin’ round in a coupe

[hook]
i ain’t got nothing to lose
i do whatever i want
park at the front
i ain’t got nothing to lose
i do whatever i want
i’m number one
i ain’t got nothing to lose
i do whatever i want
f-ck up the beat, then i’m gone
i ain’t got nothing to lose
i do whatever i want

[verse 1]
i’m so reckless
young and hectic
i’m restless
she says that i’m a savage
these problems never vanish
just acting, no magic
she always mad at me
(last time, been the last time)
why is this b-tch always mad at me?
i’m reckless
young and selfish
i’m restless
pounds all over the bad b-tch, i’m helpless
i couldn’t help it, she’s dressed in her calvins
i undress too, now she wet as a sh-llfish
beware boy, cause these girls be acting
first, she look good, now she bad as a catfish
please don’t trip now, cause they always trappin’
quick on my feet, yeah, they’ll never catch me

[pre-hook]
you ain’t got nothing on me
i ain’t got nothing on you
you ain’t got nothing to win
i ain’t got nothing to lose
nothing to prove, ridin’ round in a coupe
you ain’t got nothing on me
i ain’t got nothing on you
you ain’t got nothing to win
i ain’t got nothing to lose
nothing to prove, ridin’ round in a coupe

[hook]
i ain’t got nothing to lose
i do whatever i want
park at the front
i ain’t got nothing to lose
i do whatever i want
i’m number one
i ain’t got nothing to lose
i do whatever i want
f-ck up the beat, then i’m gone
i ain’t got nothing to lose
i do whatever i want

[verse 2]
phantom, i pull up
awyeah, it’s my luck
i don’t know what to tell you, but i find you pretty odd
pretty cool, pretty hot
pretty bottom, pretty top
real guitar, f-cking star
pretty f-ck, milly rock
yo, this not new york cause i come with the heat
meet me
cut my teeth on sheets in paris
took eighty of these
you like to burn trees
that’s more of your speed
blow o like oh jeez
hands up
so you haven’t heard, we put in hours work and like a power surge
you shocked up
you got a lotta nerve, coming to our turf and this sh-t bout to hurt
you f-cked up

[pre-hook]
you ain’t got nothing on me
i ain’t got nothing on you
you ain’t got nothing to win
i ain’t got nothing to lose
nothing to prove, ridin’ round in a coupe
you ain’t got nothing on me
i ain’t got nothing on you
you ain’t got nothing to win
i ain’t got nothing to lose
nothing to prove, ridin’ round in a coupe

[hook]
i ain’t got nothing to lose
i do whatever i want
park at the front
i ain’t got nothing to lose
i do whatever i want
i’m number one
i ain’t got nothing to lose
i do whatever i want
f-ck up the beat, then i’m gone
i ain’t got nothing to lose
i do whatever i want



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