Zack Fox - mind your business lyrics
[Zack Fox - mind your business lyrics]
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 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 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 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
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 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 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 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