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Three 6 Mafia - Don't Cha Get Mad lyrics
[DJ Paul] You know we gotta do one for all these niggaz out here sideline hatin y'knowhatI'msayin... 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 y'knowhatI'msayin... and any one of y'all hoes think a nigga gon 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 [Crunchy Blac] I pull up clean in my black fuckin truck 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! [Juicy J] 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 public's eyes she can be legit be my bitch At the shake junt she gotta work a trick get the grip 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 [Chorus][DJ Paul & Mr. Bigg] x2 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 [DJ Paul] 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 [Lil Flip] HEYY.. you better put that money in my hand I was born to be a mack not yo muhfuckin 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 [Chorus][DJ Paul & Mr. Bigg] x2 [music to fade] |
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