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Three 6 Mafia( THREE SIX MAFIA )
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Don't Cha Get Mad (Featuring Lil Flip)
Lyricist:Paul Beauregard, Darnell Carlton, Jordan Houston, Willie Hutch, Donald Pears, Wesley Weston
You know we gotta do one for all these niggaz Out here sideline hatin' you know what I'm sayin' Don't get mad 'cause a nigga straight up Out the paint shop or car wash or the car lot or whatnot Feelin' mean on the scene wit a pocket full of green
You know what I'm sayin' and any one Of y'all hoes think a nigga gonna give 'em somethin' I can't give ya shit but this dick in ya muthafuckin' mouth And ya muthafuckin' hole and you gotta reach me Somethin' for that ho 'cause I ain't for free bitch Pay whatcha muthafuckin' weigh
I pull up clean in my black fuckin' truck My rims still spinnin' so you know I'm cuttin' up I'm ridin' down the street bumpin' nothin' but us I spotted me a freak she was bout to catch a buzz I asked her whats her name baby it could be love But you know ya boy don't fuck wit nothin' but sluts The ones that make money and stack them bucks A bank for that cap and a bank for that butt slut
Nigga I'll tell yo gal she can suck on this big ol' dick And won't be fucked up bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp And in the publics eyes she can be legit, be my bitch At the shake junt she gotta work a trick get the grip And never no back talkin' 'cause I call her Jack backhand slap She come up short wit' money baby then I snap wit' a strap She gotta let these hoes know who the shit runnin' this And you just might have to throw some blows take a hit wit' the fist
Don't cha, don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist Ridin', ridin' down yo block I got my charm out the window Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this miss
Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist Ridin', ridin' down yo block I got my charm out the window Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this miss
I'm swervin' I'm twistin' from side to side I got that iron right on my side Them 20-inch vogues wit' the yellow stripes A 'rillo rolled up wit' some of that light The 360 turn on the fold down screens Turn it all the way around and watch it from the front seat The knock in the back got the trunk on rattle Them hoes flockin' to my whip thick like cattle
Hey, you better put that money in my hand I was born to be a mack not yo muthafuckin' man You mad 'cause I hit cha ho me and her split cha dough Why you actin' surprised I know you heard this shit befo' Me and quint pushin' vettes smokin' dro no stress One tech two glocks infra red no vests I clock dollaz and pop collaz for a livin' I'm at pressure world every time I hit Memphis
Don't cha, don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist Ridin', ridin' down yo block I got my charm out the window Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this miss
Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist Ridin', ridin' down yo block I got my charm out the window Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this miss
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