
You Mind? Summrs
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[Part One: You Mind?]
[Intro]
Double R, Bird Business (Yeah, on God, on God)
Double R, Bird Business, Double R, Bird Business (Go, go, yeah)
[Chorus]
You mind if I wild out? (Yeah)
I'm rockin' that Ksubi, you mind if I style out? (Yeah, yeah)
You mind if I ball out?
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, run up in your house (Woah, woah)
I get that boy subbed out, right before he fall out
Send him to the dugout (Woah)
[Verse]
Woo, I'm on that Rino shit (Woah)
When I get sick, I pour up the Tris' (Woah, woah)
She let me in, check her off the list (Woah)
Throw her in the bin, never talk again (Woah)
No friends, I don't need 'em
Bitch say I always mistreat her
Spit in my face, say that I'm evil
I'on really talk to people
I just sit back and pour my liter
I get to that sack and shit on these people
I rock out every season, ain't no damn gettin' even as long as I'm breathin'
(Balenci, Balenci, my bitch rock Chanel with Fendi)
I'm knowin' that you hearin' me, I ain't no nigga ever ever seein' me
(You know how I'm rockin', ain't no nigga ever put fear in me)
(Yeah)
[Intro]
Double R, Bird Business (Yeah, on God, on God)
Double R, Bird Business, Double R, Bird Business (Go, go, yeah)
[Chorus]
You mind if I wild out? (Yeah)
I'm rockin' that Ksubi, you mind if I style out? (Yeah, yeah)
You mind if I ball out?
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, run up in your house (Woah, woah)
I get that boy subbed out, right before he fall out
Send him to the dugout (Woah)
[Verse]
Woo, I'm on that Rino shit (Woah)
When I get sick, I pour up the Tris' (Woah, woah)
She let me in, check her off the list (Woah)
Throw her in the bin, never talk again (Woah)
No friends, I don't need 'em
Bitch say I always mistreat her
Spit in my face, say that I'm evil
I'on really talk to people
I just sit back and pour my liter
I get to that sack and shit on these people
I rock out every season, ain't no damn gettin' even as long as I'm breathin'
(Balenci, Balenci, my bitch rock Chanel with Fendi)
I'm knowin' that you hearin' me, I ain't no nigga ever ever seein' me
(You know how I'm rockin', ain't no nigga ever put fear in me)
(Yeah)
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