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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Webbie
Webbie
Vocals
Big Head
Big Head
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deshawn Johnson
Deshawn Johnson
Songwriter
Jeremy Allen
Jeremy Allen
Songwriter
Webster Gradney
Webster Gradney
Lyrics
Webster Gradney Jr.
Webster Gradney Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremy Allen
Jeremy Allen
Producer
David West
David West
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ay, I need another plate ****, fuck
Yeah, I'ma get seconds, then I'ma get thirds
Then I'ma get fourths, then I'ma get fifths
I'ma keep on eating
[Verse 2]
Look
[Verse 3]
**** posted on they block
Nose way around the corner
Sniffin nuts around here
Man, you stay way around the corner
You been yappin' like a hoe
That's what say around the corner
If you know it like I know
You better stay around the corner
[Verse 4]
I don't know shit about no murder
I was way in California
With Bun B ridin' dirty
Smoking purple all that mornin'
I don't know shit about no robbery
Throwin' the wrong charges on me
I was chillin' with your wife
While you was flightin', she was lonely
[Verse 5]
All that pussy-ass shit you **** offering, I don't want it
I don't want to hit your weed and I don't wanna be your homie
Man, let me make my cheese, get the J's to match my tees
Go post back with my Gs and let 'em go for two for three
You 'round here saying my name and claiming I ain't a beast
Regardless of my fame, bitch, I'll aim it up at your cheek
Before I was rhyming on the beats, I was grindin' in the streets
Pussy-ass **** worried 'bout me, click clack, ****
[Verse 6]
Say, lil daddy, listen, mind your business
You just like one of these lil bitches, mind ya business
Bein' nosey, yo, you're sickening, mind ya business
Ol' police-ass ****, tryna see how I'm livin'
Look, say, lil daddy, listen, mind your business
You just like one of these lil bitches, mind ya business
Bein' nosey, yo, you're sickening, mind ya business
Ol' police-ass ****, tryna see how I'm livin'
[Verse 7]
Hoes be like, "Boy, what's happenin' with you?"
"What it is?" What it do?"
"Is you beefin' with boo?"
Hell no, what the fuck? You want some dick for that too?
Well, zip your lip up and your hip up
Bounce your ass somethin' strip up
Don't make me fill the clip up
And get right with ya
Hit y'all in your stomach, dummy
See if you can get up
It was so hard for me to get up
Down I ain't tryna go
Thuggin' really in me, publicity I ain't rhymin' for
A Maybach, bookoo bad bitches
Yeah, we find 'em, though, in all colors
All the vogues, can pull the finest hoes
Bitches can't know my business
Don't let 'em close to me
For a long time I had no friends, just associates
I'm so quick to see through them grins, I got myself
Too many **** wanna stop my breath
You ever heard of Trill, fam? You gotta stop that there
I'm so high that I can't stop myself
Whatever, what else
[Verse 8]
Say, lil daddy, listen, mind your business
You just like one of these lil bitches, mind ya business
Bein' nosey, yo, you're sickening, mind ya business
Ol' police-ass ****, tryna see how I'm livin'
Look, say, lil daddy, listen, mind your business
You just like one of these lil bitches, mind ya business
Bein' nosey, yo, you're sickening, mind ya business
Ol' police-ass ****, tryna see how I'm livin'
[Verse 9]
Now, how the fuck did Big Ed become a household name?
He been thuggin' all his life, all he know is the game
He been bringin' in for years, all he brought was the pain
He be know to disappear and hibernate in the brain
He on parole or probation, one of the two
But he still in the club with a gun in his shoe
He a thug, he a beast, he a untamed gorilla
He in love with the streets, the him-dog and the killer
He'll ransack your house on the chase for skrilla
He'll ramrod your spouse with her face in the pillow
Yeah he this, yeah he that, yeah he ugly, yeah he black
Yeah he love me, yeah he rap, yeah he thuggin', yeah he strapped
You don't know me, man, get back
I click but don't clack
If you Jill then I'm Jack
But I'm real and you wack
And this a known fact, you muthafuckas have noticed
Soon as I pull out my gat everybody turn hold
[Verse 10]
Say, lil daddy, listen, mind your business
You just like one of these lil bitches, mind ya business
Bein' nosey, yo, you're sickening, mind ya business
Ol' police-ass ****, tryna see how I'm livin'
Look, say, lil daddy, listen, mind your business
You just like one of these lil bitches, mind ya business
Bein' nosey, yo, you're sickening, mind ya business
Ol' police-ass ****, tryna see how I'm livin'
Written by: Webster Gradney
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