Correction Lyrics U Ain’t Got Nuthin’ On Me by Esham

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When I'm in a club, get a lot of love
(You ain't got nuthin' on me)
Smokin' on a [?], turn it up
(You ain't got nuthin' on me)
In the whip with the top back, five-star stop that
(You ain't got nuthin' on me)
A-1 when I drop that, all the fiends cop that
(You ain't got nuthin' on me)
The Gucci/Louis store I shop at
(You ain't got nuthin' on me)
I'm in my tuxedo and top hat
(You ain't got nuthin' on me)
To all my enemies I pop at
(You ain't got nuthin' on me)
Detroit is where the real hip-hop at
(You ain't got nuthin' on me)

You ain't got nuthin' on me, that's your own insecurities
I'm fly straight through customs, airport security
You ain't got nuthin' on me, wack comments and all your blogs
You ain't got nuthin' on me, get your drug sniffin' dogs
Off my back with they claws and they dog paws
You ain't got nuthin' on me, I'm breakin' all y'all's laws
You ain't got nuthin' on me, I'm free just like my sovеreignty
I was born broke, beat up, insidе of poverty
You ain't got nuthin' on me but a picture with your wifey
She hit me with the indecent proposal, don't excite me
You ain't got nuthin' on me, targa tops in the Bugatti
I'm with your hottie and we doin' Pilates
You ain't got nuthin' on me, you a psychopathic Nazi
You ain't got nuthin' on me, paparazzi, TMZ
You ain't got nuthin' on me, Twitter me, follow me
You ain't got nuthin' on me, your girlfriend swallowed me

When I'm in a club, get a lot of love
(You ain't got nuthin' on me)
Smokin' on a [?], turn it up
(You ain't got nuthin' on me)
In the whip with the top back, 5-star stop that
(You ain't got nuthin' on me)
A-1 when I drop that, all the fiends cop that
(You ain't got nuthin' on me)
The Gucci/Louis store I shop at
(You ain't got nuthin' on me)
I'm in my tuxedo and top hat
(You ain't got nuthin' on me)
To all my enemies I pop at
(You ain't got nuthin' on me)
Detroit is where the real hip-hop at
(You ain't got nuthin' on me)
Reel Life, I'm [?]
Don't nobody wanna [?] when they know they won't win
Little boys get [?] when f**kin' with grown men
It's a dog eat dog, them goons will get simped
I'm lobster, they shrimps with [?]
well I'm him
Lived above the rim [?]
Your team I hold 'em anytime I go in
So I'm lickin' 'em off for rippin' us off
They timid and soft, they women and punks, I'm poppin' my trunk
One shot from my pump will knock off [?], I knock off his head
I'm leavin' him dead on the scene where I fled, yeah
lyrical
miracle
Oh, so layered, so far away, you hater

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