You Aint Seen Nothin Lyrics by Mack 10

You Aint Seen Nothin Lyrics

    [jd talking] (foxy brown)
    (uh.) did y'all expect us?
    (no no.) bitches, can y'all get naked?
    (that's right!)

    [jd]
    Uh, y'all know me, and the dough i see
    Fa so la ti, it's chi chi
    Ladies wanna hold me, get to know me
    Talks to each it, wanna sleep with it
    Simplisticness keeps me hot, while y'all stress
    Tryin to see the top stop, everything drop so
    Everything drop platinum or gold and the whole world know
    I'm that playboy j, doin it my way like usher
    And i don't feel bad when i crush ya
    Like blush ya, style big ball, i'ma hit y'all
    With shit that's gon make niggas forget y'all
    You feel me dog? i'm a c-h-i, multi
    And i live and die for the whole pie
    You can call it what you want, i'm a motherfuckin vet

    [hook:] [mack 10] (jd) {foxy brown} x 2
    (and ain't none a y'all seen nothin yet!)
    It's that platinum shit, that's all we get
    So let it be known that it's all for real
    {and all we about is them dollar dollar bills!}

    [foxy brown]
    You know that na na got the heater shit
    That uh, everybody wanna eat her shit
    Niggas talkin about they six wanna see this shit
    Knowin half a y'all broads wanna be this bitch
    >from ny to the west side, motherfuckers keep me in the best ride
    38 chest size, ain't fuckin less i come off
    With like 30 g's easy once the nigga dead off
    Shit, never trust shit, i gives a fuck
    I'm a ring finger rock chick, straight lock bitch
    And everything i rocks with
    Either pops shit or fuck a nigga topless, y'all hoes finky
    Got to bank this to even see me half naked
    Like the black susan lucci, stiletto pumps, gucci
    Ridicuolous ice, tag me, million dollar price
    Stay frontin, y'all cats ain't seen nothin

    [hook] x 2

    [mack 10] (foxy brown)
    I push a six feet drop, red and pallamino
    And keep the semi glock, where ever me go
    I stay ruger ready, or either smith & wesson
    And burn hearts, like they indigested it if i'm tested
    So where you wanna meet at playa, over here?
    I'll be the one with all the ice on in the surplus gear
    Plus i'll tell you what's real, so uh, baby listen
    Put your shades on when you peep the lex cuz the baugettes glisten
    (i want the whole three dozen
    And with that drama, biz)
    Well it all depends on how ill your na na is
    Can you go o-t with a few and a gun?
    But can you cook it with the whoop and make two outta one?
    Now you can be up in the west and do it my way
    Or hit the homie jd in atlanta, ga
    Wanna ball well let's bounce, get the heat and the scale
    Now mack and fox boogie got dope to sell

    [hook] x 2

    [mack 10 talking]
    The hoo banger, mack 10.
    The ill na na, foxy brown.
    And the homie jd, the don chi chi.
    We got the recipe, break it down.

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