"mind your business" lyrics

"mind your business"

Yeah
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 nineties, 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 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 Sayan
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 in the 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 a 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


Writer(s): Bob James, Zachary Channing Fox, Benjamin Saint Fort
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