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Don't Cha Get Mad(Ft.Lil' Flip)
作詞：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', you know what I'm sayin'?
Don't get mad 'cause a nigga straight up out the paint shop
Or the car lot or what not, feelin' mean on
The scene with a pocket full of green, you know what I'm sayin'?
And any one of y'all hoes think a nigga gon give 'em some
I can't give your shit but this dick in your muthafuckin' mouth
And in your muthafuckin' hole
And you gotta reach me somethin' for that ho 'cause I ain't for free bitch
Pay whatcha muthafuckin' weigh
I pull up clean in my black fuckin' truck
My rim's 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 your boy don't fuck with nothin' but sluts
The ones that make money and stack them bucks
A bank for that cap and a bank for that butt, slut
Nigga, I'll tell yo girl, 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 could be legit, be my bitch
'Cause at the shake junt she gotta work a trick, get the grip
And never no back talkin' 'cause I call her jack backhand slap
She come up short with money, baby, then I snap with a strap
She gotta let these hoes know who the shit runnin' this
Just might have to throw some blows take a hit with the fist
Don't cha, don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
Ridin', ridin' down the 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
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Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
Ridin', ridin' down the 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, miss, miss, miss
I'm swervin', I'm twistin' from side to side
I got that iron right on my side
Them 20-inch vogues with the yellow stripes
A 'rillo rolled up with 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
Hey, you better put that money in my hand
I was born to be a mack, not your muthafuckin' man
You mad 'cause I hit cha ho, me and her split cha dough
Why you actin' surprised, I know you heard this shit before
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
Don't cha, don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
Ridin', ridin' down the 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
Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
Ridin', ridin' down the 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, miss, miss, miss
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