| These niggas acting like they clapping them gages
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| But nothing ain’t happened in ages
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| They’ll be talking like they’re hard
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| Till I run up in their yard
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| And they end up on the papers, the papers
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| These niggas acting like they clapping them gages
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| But nothing ain’t happened in ages
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| They’ll be talking like they’re hard
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| Till I run up in their yard
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| And they end up on the papers, the papers
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| How these niggas doubt the dude?
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| Can’t they see I’m bout' to take off altitude
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| Used to be broke I only had a que
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| I’m drinking Hennessey I give my hoes Malibu
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| I ain’t mad at you, if I was you I’d hate my team
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| Red diamonds in my neck, looking like a laser-beam
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| I’ll take your queen, put her legs in the air
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| Make her scream Ice City Boyz getting major cream
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| All I do is wrap out like it’s christmas eve
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| Since way back in 05' I’ve been flipping keys
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| That nigga ace diamonds, popping ace diamonds
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| Got his weight climbing he be straight shining
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| No fake diamonds… Crazy glow
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| Even Ray Charles can see I’m making doe
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| I ain’t the type to be arguing on Twitter
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| I say if they ask me for a picture
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| It’s Nines
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| These niggas acting like they clapping them gages
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| But nothing ain’t happened in ages
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| They’ll be talking like they’re hard
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| Till I run up in their yard
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| And they end up on the papers, the papers
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| These niggas acting like they clapping them gages
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| But nothing ain’t happened in ages
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| They’ll be talking like they’re hard
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| Till I run up in their yard
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| And they end up on the papers, the papers
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| They’re talking like they’re grease trappers
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| Like they’re weed trappers
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| They don’t let the star-burst bare sweet rappers
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| Had stacks before rap, niggas been eating
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| Walk in Armarni cop the whole Spring season
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| I remember when I was wearing hand-me-downs
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| Now I’m getting money girls say I’m handsome now
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| About to put the Church Road soldiers on the map
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| My nigga tells me go legit, focus on this rap
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| But it’s hard cause' I grind for real, I don’t need to sign a deal
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| All I do is count money like I work behind the till
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| Gave my nigga stacks when he came out of jail broke
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| I’m not a role-model cause' I sell coke
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| It’s that nigga Nina with the Nina
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| In the rave with more aces than Venus and Sabrina
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| Why you hating cause' I’m getting more stacks than you
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| Been through so much head my gasket blew
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| It’s Nines
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| These niggas acting like they clapping them gages
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| But nothing ain’t happened in ages
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| They’ll be talking like they’re hard
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| Till I run up in their yard
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| And they end up on the papers, the papers
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| These niggas acting like they clapping them gages
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| But nothing ain’t happened in ages
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| They’ll be talking like they’re hard
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| Till I run up in their yard
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| And they end up on the papers, the papers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nothing Still Hasn't Happened , by - Nines. Song from the album From Church Rd. to Hollywood, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп