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Yeah, yeah, yeah

(BNYX)

I told that bitch she need to mind her fuckin' business

We ain't goin' back and forth, this ain't no tennis

Told that nigga what I'm worth, that hurt his feelings

Got a Chevy, off white, same color Lois Griffin

I'm paranoid, I hold the choppa while I'm shittin'

I'm smokin' big pressure, call that hypertension

I took the top off the whip, circumcision

If a nigga want beef, beat him purple like he Grimace

One-hand touch down like I'm Jerry Rice

I'm a bad bitch from the '90s, call me scary Spice

Been around the world, seen 'em turning like a satellite

Water on my body, need to sit me in a bag of rice

Seen the shit comin' as youngin so it happened twice

Me and all my niggas gettin' active, you an acolyte

Faded as the fuck, I'm in the club, takin' bad advice

I'm a Southern nigga, I like bitches with some cellulite

Hop out the whip like, "Hey, bitch"

Chillin' in the pool, I flew a cougar out to Vegas

Bitch, I'm off a bean, got me goin' Super Saiyan

Put the Ruger to his face and told him, "Do the Macarena"

I got the .40, I ain't finna yell

Boy, I'm 'bout to rage in the cage, nigga, ring the bell

If they ever let me into Heaven, I'ma make it hell

Fuck it up, they send me straight to hell, I'm from ATL

I'll hit a nigga so hard he'll lose his sense of smell

Comin' at me sideways, leave a nigga parallel

Besties with my blower, "Here it go" just like we Kenan-Kel

Fuck nigga trippin', we gon' clip him like a fingernail

Run up in your crib, leave it empty like a clearance sale

Henny got my stomach hurtin', bitch, I need some ginger ale

Throwin' all my jewelry at these strippers, bitch, I make it hail

Only real niggas finna get it, like it's sickle cell

I told that bitch she need to mind her fuckin' business

We ain't goin' back and forth, this ain't no tennis

Told that nigga what I'm worth, that hurt his feelings

Got a Chevy, off white, same color Lois Griffin

I told that nigga, "Mind your fuckin' business"

I feel like Master P, it ain't no fuckin' limit

Don't nobody give a fuck 'bout your opinion

Nigga, worry 'bout yourself, you need to go and find some bitches

mind your business de Zack Fox - Letras y Covers