Zack Fox - mind your business lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah BNYX [Chorus] I told that b*tch she need to mind her fu*kin' business We ain't goin' back and forth, this ain't no tennis Told that ni**a what I'm worth, that hurt his feelings Got a Chevy, off white, same color Lois Griffin [Verse 1] 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 ni**a want beef, beat him purple like he Grimace One-hand touch down like I'm Jerry Rice I'm a bad b*tch from the nineties/90's, 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 ni**as gettin' active, you an acolyte Faded as the fu*k, I'm the club, takin' bad advice I'm a Southern ni**a, I like b*tches with some cellulite [Verse 2] Hop out the whip like, "Hey, b*tch" Chillin' in the pool, I flew a cougar out to Vegas b*tch, 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, ni**a, ring the bell If they ever let me in the heaven, I'ma make it hell fu*k it up, they send me straight to hell, I'm from ATL I'll hit a ni**a so hard he'll lose his sense of smell Comin' at me sideways, leave a ni**a parallel Besties with my blower, "here it go" just like we Kenan-Kel fu*k ni**a 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*tch, I need some ginger ale Throwin' all my jewelry at these strippers, b*tch, I make it hail Only real ni**as finna get it, like a sickle cell [Chorus] I told that b*tch she need to mind her fu*kin' business We ain't goin' back and forth, this ain't no tennis Told that ni**a what I'm worth, that hurt his feelings Got a Chevy, off white, same color Lois Griffin I told that ni**a, "Mind your fu*kin' business" I feel like Master P, it ain't no fu*kin' limit Don't nobody give a fu*k 'bout your opinion ni**a, worry 'bout yourself, you need to go and find some b*tches