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Nothing Special
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Rap
Nothing Special was released on December 8, 2023 by New 11 Records as a part of the album Alter Ego
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Release DateDecember 8, 2023
LabelNew 11 Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM129

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Li N.O.
Li N.O.
Performer
Marquis Davidson
Marquis Davidson
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marquis Davidson
Marquis Davidson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marquis Davidson
Marquis Davidson
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, you nothin' special, uh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Baby girl, you nothin' special
I won't squeeze you in my Skeleton
She won't fuck inside my Panamera
Real luxury leather, Glock 23 with threaded barrels
Play that boy with a suppressor
William K to move a hunnid feet, can't lie, that shit impressive
I sold more than weed, guns at all locations
Pretty bitch, look better on her knees
Livin' way too fast, I'm pourin' lean and money all I need
Chrome heart lens on my face, how I see?
Help me sin in peace, keep a G, bitch
I'm so street, don't flash it, tryna be discreet
When you try shit true to me, I don't trick
I'm spendin' if I like you, bought you Louis V
Part the time, I'm on the E, me and Tally
Four straps in my car, so that means two a piece
Bad lil' bitch, that pussy so damn good, I know it ruin me
Yeah, that shit true indeed
Seventeen, I looked inside my shoebox, seen a twenty P
Nineteen, bitch, my car cost like a hunnid, this ain't new to me
**** ain't seen twenty-five, I'm finna drop that on my T
Feel like Pluto when he make monsters, swear that painting made of beef
Trouble with me when I had that lil' whip, got me A to B
After high school embraced, I'm in, no, they still ain't play with keys
All I'm sayin', I fuck her way too good, she stay away from me
**** always tryna bite my style, but that shit plagiary
I won't drop no bag on **** like that, some I take for free
T on K, DBE, step on shit like steel toe
Please don't come around and hit S.R.T. my ****, steel toe
Tried to rob me twice, I almost killed your dog, yeah, I steal a hoe
Time out motion, bought that Fluamine, bitch, I get real low
'Cause you couldn't afford it, tried to take my shit like I ain't take the risk
She know what happened, stick or take it, bitch, fuckboy, I'm made for this
Pillow talkin', think he'll kill me, bank, I see who's late for these
Spits a half, it's hundreds, spit don't walk, cost twenty-eight to piss
Yeah, but I'm still twenty-seven, love that boy, might have to spank my dog
I hope he get to Heaven, save me, Lord, my soul been so corrupt
I need to see the reverend, ****, I was sixteen on the block
I had a MAC-11, step, don't rip on shit, no question
Robbin', takin' pistols, I got robbed, two commas sent a message
E block, they took Gen 5 with the scope, rap boy took Smith and Wesson
I don't need ref, fuck with bro, no more smoke 'cause of him, stay daily
Moms an OG, only baby, boy can't let 'em see me buried
They won't let 'em drop me in the flow that's on my soul
I ain't one for shit, the day that I was broke, I had my pole
I'm so dedicated, bitch, I'd take your life to reach my goal
Countless times I posed, I died, I read the violence I promote
I been grindin', disappeared like Casper pulled up in a Ghost
Layin' off, still ain't sold my soul, got hoes on every coast
Police stash me from my house, I ain't tell 'em shit about my bro
'Cause that's the code, they wasn't nice, they tell that shit like, "How you fold?"
I'm a rappin' pistol clappin' trap, but cops should get it all
Don't need neem and bitch, my soul been bleedin', fiendin', fuck you though
Took some L's, I lost some bags, but it hurt worse, I lost my ho
I ain't grow up in my city, still got hoes at UNO
Spend a thousand on my shoes, I got on shit that you don't know
Couple bands on my ho, fit, you can't even buy this at the store
High as fuck, I tried to show out in that Strike, I lost control
Tried to vent it to the mic about my life, I'm losin' hope
I'm just a wild child, goin' hard to please 'em all
I barely even smile now, 7-1, New Orleans
Rep that 7 like I'm Kyler, bitch, I'm from downtown
Boy, that lightweight trigger, ****, play it, can't go down now
Used to tell me I could rock, they tryna steal my sound now
Should've been up front, you were too late the day I found out
Pain been tryna climb out, you hittin' in my lips
7-6, too foul, I front 'til come through snatchin' ****' spirits
Written by: Marquis Davidson
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