Don't Cha Get Mad

DJ Paul
You know we gotta do one for all these out here sideline
hatin y'knowhatI'msayin... don't get mad cause a nigg* 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 nigg* gon give 'em somethin I can't give ya
s**t but this d*ck in ya muth*fkin mouth and ya muth*fkin
hole and you gotta reach me somethin for that ho cause I ain't
for free b*tch.. pay whatcha muth*fkin weigh

Crunchy Blac
I pull up clean in my black fkin 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 fk wit nothin but gals
The ones that make money and stack them bucks
A bank for that cap and a bank for that butt
sl*t!

Juicy J
nigg* I'll tell yo gal she can suck on this big ol' d*ck
And won't be fked up bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp
And in the public's eyes she can be legit be my b*tch
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 s**t runnin this
And you just might have to throw some blows take a hit wit the fist

ChorusDJ 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 muhfkin man
You mad cause I hit cha ho me and her split cha dough
Why you actin surprised I know you heard this s**t 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

ChorusDJ Paul & Mr. Bigg x2

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