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Zack Fox - mind your business Lyrics



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Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (BNYX)

I told that bitch she need to mind her f*ckin' business
We ain't goin' back and forth, this ain't no tennis
Told that nigga what I'm worth to 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 it 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 90s, call me Scary Spice
Been around the world seen it turnin' like a satellite
Water on my body, need to sit me in a bag of rice
Seen this shit comin' as a youngin' so it happened twice
Me and all my niggas gettin' active, you a acolyte
Faded as the f*ck, I'm in 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
F*ck it if they send me straight to Hell, I'm from ATL
I'll hit a nigga so hard he lose his sense of smell
Comin' at me sideways, leave a nigga parallel
Bestie's with my blower, here it go just like we Kenan Kel
F*ck nigga trippin', we gon' clip him like a fingernail
Run up in ya 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 f*ckin' business
We ain't goin' back and forth, this ain't no tennis
Told that nigga what I'm worth to hurt his feelings
Got a Chevy off white, same color Lois Griffin

I told that nigga mind yo' f*ckin' business
I feel like Master P, it ain't no f*ckin' limit
Don't nobody give a f*ck 'bout yo' opinion, nigga
Worry bout' yourself, you need to go and find some bitches
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Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (BNYX)

I told that bitch she need to mind her f*ckin' business
We ain't goin' back and forth, this ain't no tennis
Told that nigga what I'm worth to 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 it 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 90s, call me Scary Spice
Been around the world seen it turnin' like a satellite
Water on my body, need to sit me in a bag of rice
Seen this shit comin' as a youngin' so it happened twice
Me and all my niggas gettin' active, you a acolyte
Faded as the f*ck, I'm in 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
F*ck it if they send me straight to Hell, I'm from ATL
I'll hit a nigga so hard he lose his sense of smell
Comin' at me sideways, leave a nigga parallel
Bestie's with my blower, here it go just like we Kenan Kel
F*ck nigga trippin', we gon' clip him like a fingernail
Run up in ya 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 f*ckin' business
We ain't goin' back and forth, this ain't no tennis
Told that nigga what I'm worth to hurt his feelings
Got a Chevy off white, same color Lois Griffin

I told that nigga mind yo' f*ckin' business
I feel like Master P, it ain't no f*ckin' limit
Don't nobody give a f*ck 'bout yo' opinion, nigga
Worry bout' yourself, you need to go and find some bitches
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Writer: Benjamin Saint Fort, Zachary Channing Fox
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave

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Performed By: Zack Fox
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: Benjamin Saint Fort, Zachary Channing Fox

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