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Why you all in my business

Why you really really want to know the 4-1-1

Is it cause that my game's tight

I can scoop a bitch and fuck her on the same night

It was a, Saturday evening bout seven at night

White T, white thongs pockets feeling alright

I got a, call from one of my caramel chicks

She said I mean be careful I think they talking on some hate shit

Despite the talk of the town, I'ma be there

For 45 minutes when you hear the horn come down

And when she climbed in, I received a kiss and a hug

In a minute take off your shoes on a white persian rug

Wave your number rolling going to get bent

Why they sure call thugs mugging I see him right through the tent

He had the nerve enough to tap on my glass

But he ain't had enough light to peek in but I almost blast his ass

Is it cause that I'm known to bust

So quick to bump a bad bitch that y'all known to trust

So when you see me on them thangs in the Cadillac truck

Man don't even know me when you see your bitch in the back or front

Foul, god damn you hagging

Sixteen block my wall you want to block my magic

Now you wondering no what Nitty be doing

While these bitches trying to find out who am I screwing

And I'm so, sick and tired of the motherfucking gossip

And I'm, sick and tired of the motherfucking coppers

They actually post up at the end of my block

Take a hoe from her spot just for trying to plot

And I'm like, damn friendly why you all on me

Man I'm out here slanging records shit I stopped selling weed

Tell me, are you mad cause you see what I drive

Or are you checking out these broads with the big ass thighs

It be my main bitch, getting on my last nerves

closest now to the edge from getting kicked to the curb

She got a homegirl, all up in her hair

Maybe they just meant my hair's longer than her's

And I'm, sick of them haters that be all in my shit

Everytime I turn around somebody always be talking bout Twist

Want to know who got a baby by me, what does he drive, where my tip

Be all in my bidness because they heard that I've been bumping they chick

I ain't no lie, if I scoop your bitch up

I will, If I get scratch from her

Fold it up, if I tell her bend over

She won't get up, if I give up the bunch

What you need to know fo', you the player po-po

Steady beeking and poking paranoia smoking on too much doe-doe

Creeping all in my bid' no since I first splurged on a Rego

I got birds when I see you, I'm starting to think you work for them people

Hurt 'em when I tell 'em, I think you better ease up, cause everybody

Know you no G when it come to the money put some g's up

Until you hip lock and freeze up, you might as well

Turn around and go like the other way when I see you

See me riding real slick thick and rolling on thangs

Got the misses and the bitches want to know my name

They want to know what I'm on

Get the fuck up out of mine homie go on and get your own

Riding slick with the cherry wood grain

In my big boy truck with the candy paint

Why, bitches giving me brain

I know you want to ball like me but you can't

Stay the fuck up out my business man