- Don't Cha Get Mad - Screwed and Chopped 歌詞 Three 6 Mafia
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- Three 6 Mafia
- You know we gotta do one for all these niggaz
Out here sideline hatin, yknowhat
Im sayin?
Dont 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
Yknowhat
Im sayin?
An any one of yall hoes think
A nigga gon give em somethin,
I cant 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 aint for free, bitch
Pay what cha muthafuckin weigh
I pull up clean in my black fuckin truck
My rims still spinnin so you know
Im cuttin up
Im 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 dont 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, Ill tell yo gal she can suck on this big ol dick
An wont be fucked up bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp
An in the publics 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
Dont cha, dont cha get mad when
I swerve an
I twistRidin, ridin down yo block,
I got my charm out the window
Dont cha get mad when
I swerve an
I twistI aint braggin on myself but
I deserve this, miss
Dont cha get mad when
I swerve an
I twistRidin, ridin down yo block,
I got my charm out the window
Dont cha get mad when
I swerve an
I twistI aint braggin on myself but
I deserve this, miss
Im swervin,
Im 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
Im at Pressure
World every time
I hit Memphis
Dont cha, dont cha get mad when
I swerve an
I twistRidin, ridin down yo block,
I got my charm out the window
Dont cha get mad when
I swerve an
I twistI aint braggin on myself but
I deserve this, miss
Dont cha get mad when
I swerve an
I twistRidin, ridin down yo block,
I got my charm out the window
Dont cha get mad when
I swerve an
I twistI aint braggin on myself but
I deserve this , miss
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