Текст песни Three 6 Mafia - Don't Cha Get Mad
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Текст песни Three 6 Mafia - Don't Cha Get Mad
(featuring Lil' Flip & Mr. Bigg)[DJ Paul]You know we gotta do one for all these niggaz out here sidelinehatin y'knowhatI'msayin... don't get mad cause a nigga straight upout the paint shop or car wash or the car lot or whatnot... feelin mean onthe scene wit a pocket full of green y'knowhatI'msayin... and any oneof y'all hoes think a nigga gon give 'em somethin I can't give ya( )shit but this dick in ya muthafuckin mouth and ya muthafuckinhole and you gotta reach me somethin for that ho cause I ain'tfor free bitch.. pay whatcha muthafuckin weigh[Crunchy Blac]I pull up clean in my black fuckin truckRims still spinnin so you know I'm cuttin upI'm ridin down the street bumpin nothin but usI spotted me a freak she was bout to catch a buzzI asked her whats her name baby it could be loveBut you know ya boy don't fuck wit nothin but slutsThe ones that make money and stack them bucksA bank for that cap and a bank for that buttSLUT![Juicy J]Nigga I'll tell yo gal she can suck on this big ol' dickAnd won't be fucked up bout it if she pay her rent to a pimpAnd in the public's eyes she can be legit be my bitchAt the shake junt she gotta work a trick get the gripNever no back talkin cause I call her jack backhand slapShe come up short wit money baby then I snap wit a strapShe gotta let these hoes know who the shit runnin thisAnd you just might have to throw some blows take a hit wit the fist[Chorus][DJ Paul & Mr. Bigg] x2Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twistRidin ridin down yo block I got my charm out the windowDon't cha get mad when I swerve and I twistI ain't braggin on myself but I deserve this miss[DJ Paul]I'm swervin I'm twistin from side to sideI got that iron right on my sideThem 20-inch vogues wit the yellow stripesA 'rillo rolled up wit some of that lightThe 360 turn on the fold down screensTurn it all the way around and watch it from the front seatThe knock in the back got the trunk on rattleThem hoes flockin to my whip thick like cattle[Lil Flip]HEYY.. you better put that money in my handI was born to be a mack not yo muhfuckin manYou mad cause I hit cha ho me and her split cha doughWhy you actin surprised I know you heard this shit befo'Me and Quint pushin Vettes smokin dro no stressOne tech two glocks infra red no vestsI clock dollaz and pop collaz for a livinI'm at Pressure World every time I hit Memphis[Chorus][DJ Paul & Mr. Bigg] x2[music to fade]