Nobody

Album cover art for "Nobody" by Eastside Reup

Eastside Reup - Rap, Gangsta Rap

Nobody

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[Intro] Ayy Turn around, turn around I told niggas, told niggas They ain't know (They ain't know), ayy [Chorus] Bitch, I'm Reup, I'm the one that do the mixin' (I'm the one that do the mixin') I tried to tell them niggas, but them boys ain't gon' listen (Nah, nah) Pounds in the trash bags, scales by the dishes Nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen [Verse] I can't say too much, it ain't no tellin' who be listenin' 'Cause we don't fuck with snitches, fuck around and end up missing A real boss nigga, everything about me different I got mines out the mud, don't compare me to them niggas I got mob ties, they gon' knock you off just for the love All wise guys, play with onе of us and get you touched Drop a nigga right on Sevеn Mile, they like, "12 comin'" Bet nobody, nobody ain't gon' tell nothin', nigga Threw some shit up on these kicks, bitch, these like eleven hundred Trap nigga, need a hundred by the end of the summer Rap nigga, still rappin' up them 'bows, they get fronted Bitch, I spend my own cash, ain't no nigga gave me nothin' Still got dog by the brick loads, know ain't shit closed Know them bitches came all white just like her tiptoes And my niggas all iced up, you know we all froze And bet nobody, nobody ain't gon' take those I send a hundred shots up at a nigga pussy, take those Turned his white tee red, you thought the nigga changed clothes And we droppin' opp pops, disrespectful when we pour And you know we got that work around, it's here for the lows (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Goin' broke, nigga, who? It ain't me, it must be you That lil' petty shit, I did that last month times two Yellin' free my nigga 80's, nigga, who the fuck is you? You a nobody, ho probably, tell they ass the truth, nigga Bitch, I'm Reup, I'm the one that do the mixin' [Chorus] Bitch, I'm Reup, I'm the one that do the mixin' (I'm the one that do the mixin') I tried to tell them niggas, but them boys ain't gon' listen (Nah, nah) Pounds in the trash bags, scales by the dishes Nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen [Outro] Better not nobody (Fresh out the kitchen, nigga) With my kitchen, nigga Pounds in the trash bags, scales by the dishes Nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen

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  • Eastside Reup