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mind your business


Zack Fox Lyrics

 

mind your business Lyrics

mind your business by Zack Fox


Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
BNYX

I told that b**ch she need to mind her f**kin' 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 sh*ttin'
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 b**ch 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 sh*t comin' as youngin so it happened twice
Me and all my niggas gettin' active, you an acolyte
Faded as the f**k, I'm the club, takin' bad advice
I'm a Southern nigga, I like b**ches with some cellulite

Hop out the whip like, "Hey, b**ch"
Chillin' in the pool, I flew a cougar out to Vegas
b**ch, 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
f**k 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
f**k 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', b**ch, I need some ginger ale
Throwin' all my jewelry at these strippers, b**ch, I make it hail
Only real niggas finna get it, like a sickle cell

I told that b**ch she need to mind her f**kin' 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 f**kin' business"
I feel like Master P, it ain't no f**kin' limit
Don't nobody give a f**k 'bout your opinion
Nigga, worry 'bout yourself, you need to go and find some b**ches



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