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Chetta - Nothing Left Lyrics

6 s Nothing Left Lyrics[Intro]
Lately there's been nothing left, lately there's been nothing left
Lately there's been nothing left, lately there's been nothing left
Lately there's been nothing left, lately there's been nothing left
Lately there's been nothing left, lately there's been nothing left
I've been all by myself

[Verse]
Kill 'em and pull up at wakes, won't ever be safe
Get checked better stay in your place
Run thru your stash in your face
I need all that pay, come take what I want anyway
Livin' this life everyday, won't try and relate
They cannot get close to the same
Throwin' that dirt on my name
I'll dry in the rain, and leave all these fuckboys ashamed
I need a new view, give me space
I need a few - give me space, these bitches complain
I need an eighth just to the face
I need a Sprite that's been laced, these bitches gon' hate
Baby come swallow my name, baby come swallow this fame
They love how it taste
Baby just part of the play
Baby just holdin' my caine, they lovin' the game

[Bridge]
Don't give a fuck what you say
Don't give a fuck what you mean
Don't give a fuck what you need
Don't give a fuck who you be
Don't give a fuck about me
And I'm tired of the weak
Tired of them sleeping on me
Tired of them sleeping on me
I've been up for a week
Tired of ya'll sleeping off me
Tired of ya'll sleeping off me
Wake em up, let 'em see
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Kill 'em and pull up at graves, got one in the chambe
A few more aimed right at your fade
Going thru motions in ways
Hop off of my wave, I'm ridin' like Kelly & Slate
Really no need for debate, I'd rather evade
And glow up like sun in your face
Fuck all the talking, let's play, I come out and slay
This not what you want anyway
I need a clip I can waste, I need a grip on that K
These bitches gon' lay
I need to get it today, I need to flip it today
These bitches ain't safe
Baby don't get in the way, baby don't get in my space
They love to replace
Baby please pardon the haze, baby please pardon my phase
They loving the pain1