Testi:
Mac Miller Nothing On Me

you got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy... not nothing on me) You got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy... not nothing on me

got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy.not nothing on me) You got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy... not nothing on me

nigga dressed in black on black With glocks to mack in the hoop in 'dis black on black Spillin' brains ain't nothin but a thang to me Sellin cane and fame ain't nothin

of me kind Check out the ripsta, now, drop down Run 'em up outta me hood Rip's straight when makin' me grip wiht me click Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be Me

nigga, pour me Sippin' slow shit she go down slow like a slow leak Cop the car from the dealer Pulled off thumbs up to the homie mac miller King kong

Caught it on the sidewalk fake I gets down, further digging down Hurt for the red dirt at the same time Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear Hit

deep Gotta re-up, cop heat and hit the streets Now the feds is buggin me, D.T. straight fucking me The whole operation shook, bitches ain't loving me

to help Stop it baby your killin yourself come on I got your back you could chill in my I'm feelin myself too Man imagine some of the things we can do You under me Me

I wanna do with you if you want it let me do it with ya, ya heard me? Big Rise on the motherfucking beat And you know me The Mac-a-don is out this biatch