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quelle chris - mind ya bidness lyrics

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me and mine, ’bout to shine
that’s for muhf-ckin’ sho
full of vip, full of zip
full of muhf-ckin’ smoke
we got brown, we got white
some muhf-ckin’ guinness
and ain’t n-body here trippin’
so mind ya muhf-ckin’ bidness

i run game with the genie, no cheat code
for the fill up, psycho k!ller, like devo
that sh-t we burn out in the house you bet not reach fo’
have a n-gg- prayin’ to the lord, timmy tebow

i ain’t tryna stunt
i post from the back
cain’t eat with them n-gg-s
most them n-gg-s is acts
you ain’t got no homies
all your homies is rappers
mines roll for me then
and they gon’ ride for me after

we got a big -ss bong
with some big -ss blunts
why you comin’ around?
what your b-tch -ss want?
talkin’ bout how you know me
no your snitch -ss don’t
i done done a bunch a sh-t
that your little -ss won’t

’cause

me and mine, bout to shine
that’s for muhf-ckin’ sho
full of vip, full of zip
full of muhf-ckin’ smoke
we got brown, we got white
some muhf-ckin’ guinness
and ain’t n-body here trippin’
so mind ya muhf-ckin’ bidness [x2]

mind ya muhf-ckin’ bidness [x8]

a couple spots on the list ’bout to flip tonight
we’ll be sippin’, hit a n-gg- like kryptonite
ain’t no losin’ on the side, my outfit survived
if you get in where you fit in, might switch your life

want my money at the door like c-o-d
plus the crown, hold it down, like p-o-p
you in town? trying to clown, on g-o-d
gon’ shut the sh-t down, on lee o-g

i be hollywood hartman
i might flex, low-key
i ain’t guest list trollin’
i pull up, just me
pumpin’ up how you buckin’
bro, you ain’t on team
if you ain’t for him now
then you ain’t gonna be

’cause

me and mine, ’bout to shine
that’s for muhf-ckin’ sho
full of vip, full of zip
full of muhf-ckin’ smoke
we got brown, we got white
some muhf-ckin’ guinness
and ain’t n-body here trippin’
so mind ya muhf-ckin’ bidness [x2]

mind ya muhf-ckin’ bidness [x25]

bidness, bidness
mind your bidness, bidness
you, mind your muhf-ckin’ bidness, bidness

if y’all n-gg-s can’t spell it’s t-o-p
top notch m-th-f-cka ’til i d-i-e [x2]

i could stand in the
middle
of
fifth avenue
and shoot
somebody
and i wouldn’t lose

- quelle chris lyrics

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