Mind Ya’ Business Webbie
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Hey, I need another plate nigga, f**k
Yup
Im a get seconds, then im a get thirds, then im a get fourths, then im a get fifths, im a keep on eating
Look
Niggas posted on they block
Nose way around the corner
Sniffin nutz around here
Man, you stay way around the corner
You been yapping like a hoe
That's what say around the corner
If you know it like i know
You better stay around the corner
I don't know shit about no murder
I was way in California
With bun b ridin dirty
Smoking purple all that morning
I don't know shit about no robbery
Throwing the wrong charges on me
I was chillin wit yo wife
While you was flightin, an she was lonely
All that pussy azz shit you niggas offering
I don't want it
I don't want to hit yo weed
And i don't wanna be yo homie
Man, let me make my cheese
Get the j's to match my jeans
Go post back up in my jeans
And let 'em go for 2 for 3
You around here saying my name
And claiming i ain't a beast
Regardless of my fame
Bitch i'll aim it up at yo cheek
Before i was rhyming on a beat
I was grindin on the street
Pussy ass nigga worrying bout me
Click, clak
Yup
Im a get seconds, then im a get thirds, then im a get fourths, then im a get fifths, im a keep on eating
Look
Niggas posted on they block
Nose way around the corner
Sniffin nutz around here
Man, you stay way around the corner
You been yapping like a hoe
That's what say around the corner
If you know it like i know
You better stay around the corner
I don't know shit about no murder
I was way in California
With bun b ridin dirty
Smoking purple all that morning
I don't know shit about no robbery
Throwing the wrong charges on me
I was chillin wit yo wife
While you was flightin, an she was lonely
All that pussy azz shit you niggas offering
I don't want it
I don't want to hit yo weed
And i don't wanna be yo homie
Man, let me make my cheese
Get the j's to match my jeans
Go post back up in my jeans
And let 'em go for 2 for 3
You around here saying my name
And claiming i ain't a beast
Regardless of my fame
Bitch i'll aim it up at yo cheek
Before i was rhyming on a beat
I was grindin on the street
Pussy ass nigga worrying bout me
Click, clak
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