Song Title: "NOTHING ON YOU"
Written By: Tia London
Produced by: The Legendary Traxster
First Verse-
Hey Baby How you doing?
First Name Tia, Last Name same as Lauren
American Chick but my style so foreign
Headed to the top, yeah you know where Im going
Yeah he dig my style, but he really love my intellect
Nothing like them chicks he run across on the internet
Just by your convo, I can tell your interest
And all the ignorant shit, N'all I ain't into that
I am into fashion, High Heels, tight dress
Hair and nails did right yeah I know you like that
I can read a nigga mind just like a psychic
The whole time he thinking like "Damn I could wife tha-that, that, that"
Chorus-
They might got style and grace
But they ain't got nothing on you baby
Nice smile, pretty face
But they ain't got nothing on you baby
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
No, No, No, No, No, Nooooo
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
They ain't got nothing on you baby
Verse 2-
Ok
Been a long time, Tell me have you seen a
Chic of my stature my pose and demeanor
Stay upon my toes sorta like a ballerina
And the way that I be killing it, should catch a misdemeanor (Aye, Aye, Aye)
And they wanna stand beside her
Nice dark shades in something thats designer
Dinner & a movie, wine her then dine her
He tell me I'm the shit, Not need to remind her (yeah)
He tells me that Im different
Im like tell me something I dont know
But It would be refreshing (yeah)
To hear something I never heard before
(then he said)
Chorus-
They might got style and grace
But they ain't got nothing on you baby
Nice smile, pretty face
But they ain't got nothing on you baby
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
No, No, No, No, No, Nooooo
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
They ain't got nothing on you baby
Verse 3
See they dont have nothing on
But the truth is, they dont have nothing going
Insecure about themselves, got alot of skin showing
And they say that I look better when I have nothing on
Which means, no clothes and no make-up on
Type of chick that he would love to wake up on
Them other chick is alright, please dont mistake her for 'em
Same time he fall in love another hater born
No way shape, fashion, or form
I be fashionably late, I dont wait for him (Unnn)
And Just Incase you wondering
You'll never find another like I
London, London, London
Chorus-
They might got style and grace
But they ain't got nothing on you baby
Nice smile, pretty face
But they ain't got nothing on you baby
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
No, No, No, No, No, Nooooo
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
They ain't got nothing on you baby
Repeat Chorus 1 X
