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Artist: Ca$h Out
Canonical path: /cah-out/nobody
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Nobody
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Nobody
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Tell me who fucking with you
Nobody fucking with you
I know now I'm telling the truth
Nobody fucking with you
Can do the little things you do
Can't tell me I ain't feeling you
Ain't nobody fucking with you
Nobody fucking with you
I'm number 1 in the nation
But nobody fucking with you
You look sexy baby when you pushing that coupe
And when I'm tired ain't nobody cooking but you
Ha nobody, can make me feel like the way you make me feel
Boss be you be like it when I paying the bills
No boozum but yea baby you so chill
And I thank you, now turn around let me spank you
When I kneel below your ear you be like, hehehe
When I'm grabbing on your heels you be like, hehehe
It's your party your party, and nobody nobody fuck with your body your body
Tell me who fucking with you
Nobody fucking with you
I know now I'm telling the truth
Nobody fucking with you
Can do the little things you do
Can't tell me I ain't feeling you
Ain't nobody fucking with you
Nobody fucking with you
Stepping out the lambo in the red bottoms
Hit some million when you touch the ground
And I love it when you serve me down
I be backing up don't hurt me now
Nobody, hold the pistol like you hold it
Shit, you buy it Master P but I roll with you
And when we get home you know I'm fucking you
And you know we can do it out in public too
Eat you up, public's food
Eight plus gration I'm schooling you
9 in my pants that's that tooling booth
And nobody's fucking with you
Tell me who fucking with you
Nobody fucking with you
I know now I'm telling the truth
Nobody fucking with you
Can do the little things you do
Can't tell me I ain't feeling you
Ain't nobody fucking with you
Nobody fucking with you
Girl you gotta be the baddest I ever seen
Just like Angelina Jolie
You fuck with me, I fuck with you
We ride out bandz on dry top cool
Money flying everywhere
California breeze girl your hair going everywhere
I swag on, I put the jag on
Show money couple racks, that's why I sag on
Flashy nigga, cut my chains on
I know you love me babe 'cause the same song
Plus you got my shit on your ring tone
Pussy so good, girl your head got my mind going, swag
Tell me who fucking with you
Nobody fucking with you
I know now I'm telling the truth
Nobody fucking with you
Can do the little things you do
Can't tell me I ain't feeling you
Ain't nobody fucking with you
Nobody fucking with you
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