Nothing for You
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for ya
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for you
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for ya
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for you
Swear ya throwing all these thotties in my way now
Me no want no thotty, homie I'm ok now
But they get into me space, n me face
Now I'm licking on her privates, you can call naughty Case now
No no no no, whatcha fitna do
Po a little out justa mix him da juice
Sip it with my bruddas till we feeling kinda loose
Then we making your decisions, Lucifer we need a truce no
I told myself I stop smoking the the devil herb
But every time I'm down I'm getting the devil urge
I light n me car, I get to hitting a swerve
Then the piglets tell a nigga I'm getting what I deserve
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for ya
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for you
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for ya
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for you
I got nothing to do witchu, you's a lie like a catfish
Cut you clean like a cuticle, see you got me going batshit
Box me in like a cubicle
But the way that you all affecting all my people got me hot like noodle soup
Ima tell you this, you spending my commas on fetishes
I was at home on some chill shit
Now I'm throwing my money at heavy lisps
And you know that she light skinned
Curly hair with a set a lips
Big hips I could bite them
Fashionova sponsor all of her fits
Supanova how she blow the dick
I wouldn't know
I just follow her Snapchat, even though she never add back
I peep niggas phone how she go
She be putting on a super show
She just follow in my footsteps
Mo money, mo the devil on
Gotta get out of this hood mess
I give me praises to the most high
He know I'm bout me business like coat tie
The devil in me ear, me bruddas co-sign
Cop the herb n the drink, he said is go-time
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for ya
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for you
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for ya
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for you
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for ya
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for you
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for ya
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for you
Swear ya throwing all these thotties in my way now
Me no want no thotty, homie I'm ok now
But they get into me space, n me face
Now I'm licking on her privates, you can call naughty Case now
No no no no, whatcha fitna do
Po a little out justa mix him da juice
Sip it with my bruddas till we feeling kinda loose
Then we making your decisions, Lucifer we need a truce no
I told myself I stop smoking the the devil herb
But every time I'm down I'm getting the devil urge
I light n me car, I get to hitting a swerve
Then the piglets tell a nigga I'm getting what I deserve
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for ya
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for you
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for ya
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for you
I got nothing to do witchu, you's a lie like a catfish
Cut you clean like a cuticle, see you got me going batshit
Box me in like a cubicle
But the way that you all affecting all my people got me hot like noodle soup
Ima tell you this, you spending my commas on fetishes
I was at home on some chill shit
Now I'm throwing my money at heavy lisps
And you know that she light skinned
Curly hair with a set a lips
Big hips I could bite them
Fashionova sponsor all of her fits
Supanova how she blow the dick
I wouldn't know
I just follow her Snapchat, even though she never add back
I peep niggas phone how she go
She be putting on a super show
She just follow in my footsteps
Mo money, mo the devil on
Gotta get out of this hood mess
I give me praises to the most high
He know I'm bout me business like coat tie
The devil in me ear, me bruddas co-sign
Cop the herb n the drink, he said is go-time
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for ya
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for you
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for ya
Lucifer tryna take a nigga all that he got
Me got nothing for you, me got nothing for you
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Writer(s): Miles Braxton
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