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Definite.Origin - Mind Your Business (feat. C-Flames) Lyrics



Definite.Origin - Mind Your Business (feat. C-Flames) Lyrics




Got this little chick that met from her brother
I use to serve him that nigga was stubborn
Little nigga cringey foreal, but the little
Sister she thicker then butter I ain't gone
Lie she took off her clothes
I ain't even thinking bout using no rubber

Deep down inside she think i'm a lover
Eat it an beat you know i'm a thug her
She giving me cake like a birthday
She be throwing it back like Thursday

The when she get mad she a bird brain
Start to screaming an yelling the worse way
Now shorty keep saying she vegan
I can't believe she always be beefing

Cry baby little bitch but i lover
She terrible too you would think that she teething
Love when she go in the kitchen
Whatever she cook she be putting her all in it

She say she do it wit ease
Shit be a missile her foot an arm in it
She talking bout quality time
My kids spend the weekend with momma

We at the crib she walking round naked
She never ever want sleep in pajamas

Up off the early to hit me some plays
Nobody stopping the commas
She wants to shop for designer
Then she go hop in Honda

The way that she living foreal
God must of sent me to stop an remind ya
It so many fish in the sea
F*cking with me i be quick to decline ya

I be with my kids you know I ain't kidding
You know what it is you know how im living
Go get the bag she call me the villain
Hate when she mad she stay in her feelings

I be wit my kids you know I ain't kidding
You know what it is you know how im living
Go get the bag she call me the villain
Hate when she mad she stay in her feelings

I don't got no spare time she get
Close to my block and see bear signs
On my grizzly I'm out on a rare grind
Shorty tell me I'm flyer than airlines

And naw I don't do fashion bitch I just be trapping
She looking for love she won't dare find
Either hundreds and fifties or big ass titties
I'm choosing the paper like every time

Cause I can't be broke down busted
Laid with a bitch man I rather be hustling
Cut from the creed like I'm Micheal B. Jordan
Can't say she my Lori cause that'll be bluffing

She call me bro and I call her my sister
But don't get it twisted we actually f*cking
She get this dick and don't ask me for nothing
And soon as she do I'm like daffy I'm ducking

Back in the day they wouldn't pass me da Dutch
Now I got the juice like a huggie I just spent 5k
For a puppy could tell I ain't used to money

I pay the fiend's clean round the trap like just
Make it suitable for me member the time you
Was moving so funny now you want
A ring like it's Super Bowl Sunday

I be with my kids you know I ain't kidding
You know what it is you know how im living
Go get the bag she call me the villain
Hate when she mad she stay in her feelings

I be with my kids you know I ain't kidding
You know what it is you know how im living
Go get the bag she call me the villain
Hate when she mad she stay in her feelings
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Got this little chick that met from her brother
I use to serve him that nigga was stubborn
Little nigga cringey foreal, but the little
Sister she thicker then butter I ain't gone
Lie she took off her clothes
I ain't even thinking bout using no rubber

Deep down inside she think i'm a lover
Eat it an beat you know i'm a thug her
She giving me cake like a birthday
She be throwing it back like Thursday

The when she get mad she a bird brain
Start to screaming an yelling the worse way
Now shorty keep saying she vegan
I can't believe she always be beefing

Cry baby little bitch but i lover
She terrible too you would think that she teething
Love when she go in the kitchen
Whatever she cook she be putting her all in it

She say she do it wit ease
Shit be a missile her foot an arm in it
She talking bout quality time
My kids spend the weekend with momma

We at the crib she walking round naked
She never ever want sleep in pajamas

Up off the early to hit me some plays
Nobody stopping the commas
She wants to shop for designer
Then she go hop in Honda

The way that she living foreal
God must of sent me to stop an remind ya
It so many fish in the sea
F*cking with me i be quick to decline ya

I be with my kids you know I ain't kidding
You know what it is you know how im living
Go get the bag she call me the villain
Hate when she mad she stay in her feelings

I be wit my kids you know I ain't kidding
You know what it is you know how im living
Go get the bag she call me the villain
Hate when she mad she stay in her feelings

I don't got no spare time she get
Close to my block and see bear signs
On my grizzly I'm out on a rare grind
Shorty tell me I'm flyer than airlines

And naw I don't do fashion bitch I just be trapping
She looking for love she won't dare find
Either hundreds and fifties or big ass titties
I'm choosing the paper like every time

Cause I can't be broke down busted
Laid with a bitch man I rather be hustling
Cut from the creed like I'm Micheal B. Jordan
Can't say she my Lori cause that'll be bluffing

She call me bro and I call her my sister
But don't get it twisted we actually f*cking
She get this dick and don't ask me for nothing
And soon as she do I'm like daffy I'm ducking

Back in the day they wouldn't pass me da Dutch
Now I got the juice like a huggie I just spent 5k
For a puppy could tell I ain't used to money

I pay the fiend's clean round the trap like just
Make it suitable for me member the time you
Was moving so funny now you want
A ring like it's Super Bowl Sunday

I be with my kids you know I ain't kidding
You know what it is you know how im living
Go get the bag she call me the villain
Hate when she mad she stay in her feelings

I be with my kids you know I ain't kidding
You know what it is you know how im living
Go get the bag she call me the villain
Hate when she mad she stay in her feelings
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Writer: Clifford Smith, Adam Commodore
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