YOUNG CHRIS - Ain’t No lyrics

rate me

ft. Lee Mazin

I keep it fresher than the next bitch

Yes, VVS is singing, necklace

She fly, I make the next bitch see the exit

In other words she could be my ex bitch

His and hers for us

Every time we fuck she get a rush

We can’t get enough, back to back, she get enough

Shorty swag drip, broke niggas can’t bag this

No Michelle, just Chanel for my bad bitch

Big engines, big Benzes

If she walking, she walking in six inches

She don’t play about her fitness

Ain’t nothing like a young bad bitch about her business

Put in work and she transport work

She get busy, baddest lil’ bitch in my city

She ain’t the type that’s going through divorces

Take the cause, she gonna stand tall and take the charge

Ain’t no nigga like the one I got

No one can fuck you better

Sleeps around but he gives me a lot

Keep you in diamonds and leather

Friends are telling me I should leave you alone

Tell the freaks to find a man of their own

A man of their own, a man of their own

Niggas staying as fly as this, no lie

Can’t do it as hot as this, they try

North Philadelph’, I be that young nigga, see

Niggas can’t dance, I tell ‘em bump switches Lee

What up, C? Just keep me laced in the illest mix

Been growing dough, Chanel with Lauren smell

Back in the day was a buck in the villy

He schooled me up, taught me well ‘cause the dough was realer

I’m talking Prada blue, rockaware suits and all that

The all-white Nikes with the Gucci’s all black

And I was too young telling you to fall back

You caught my mind, not I’m telling you call back

But now I’m riding harder than Keysh and Berny

With my lil’ douce douce, bricks up in the telly

Now it’s custom made with the Birkin shades

And snake’s skin by the order, how my purse is made

And now it’s sip champagne, eating sushi, make movies in Jacuzzi

Blow Ls while you do me, that’s ball shit

And back when Big was rocking Gucci sweaters

Them other niggas couldn’t do me better

So I just let them lames, go ahead and let them lames know the product of your name

We watch tonight and then we back on the plane

Back to the money, get that paper, stacking it slow

Them other chicks are other chicks and now I’m letting them know

Ain’t no nigga like the one I got

No one can fuck you better

Sleeps around but he gives me a lot

Keep you in diamonds and leather

Friends are telling me I should leave you alone

Tell the freaks to find a man of their own

A man of their own, a man of their own