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Three 6 Mafia( THREE SIX MAFIA )
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Don't Cha Get Mad
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', y'knowhat I'm sayin'? Don't get mad 'coz a nigga straight up Out the paint shop or the car lot or what not
Feelin' mean on the scene wit a pocket full of green Y'knowhat I'm sayin'? An' 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 an' ya muthafuckin' hole
An' you gotta reach me somethin' for that, ho' 'Coz I ain't for free, bitch Pay what cha 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 what's her name, baby, it could be love But you know ya boy don't fuck wit nothin' but sluts The ones that make money an' stack them bucks A bank for that cap an' a bank for that butt
Nigga, I'll tell yo' gal she can suck on this big ol' dick An' won't be fucked up 'bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp An' in the public's eyes she can be legit, be my bitch 'Coz at the shake jaunt she gotta work a trick, get the grip
An' never no back talkin' 'coz 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 An' 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 an' I twist Ridin', ridin' down yo' block, I got my charm out the window Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this, miss
Don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist Ridin', ridin' down yo' block, I got my charm out the window Don't cha get mad when I swerve an' 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 an' watch it from the front seat The knock in the back, get 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' muh' fuckin' man You mad 'coz I hit cha, ho, me an' her split cha dough Why you actin' surprised, I know you heard this shit before?
Me an' Quint, pushin' 'Vettes, smokin' 'dro, no stress One tech, two glocks, infra red, no vests I clock dollars an' pop collars for a livin' I'm at Pressure World every time I hit Memphis
Don't cha, don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist Ridin', ridin' down yo' block, I got my charm out the window Don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this, miss
Don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist Ridin', ridin' down yo' block, I got my charm out the window Don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this, miss
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