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Tytuł: Mind Ya Business

  • Wykonawca: Sarai
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Dam I wish you peoples would just mind your business
  Dam I wish you peoples would just mind your business
  
  You wanna know what's get's me pissed?
  More then my period is a nosy bitch
  Always asking question and shit
  Getting all up in my business
  Probably whiff when I shit
  Worst then the media with followin shit
  Sabotage autobiography photography shit
  Always startin arguments over wrong information
  So ridiculous stupid idiots
  Probably on heard part of it
  But that's what happens when you known
  You targeted haters
  Instigators put your life in the paper
  The media can either make you or break you
  Make a chick sick wanna drink with no chaser
  Get away vacate to some place in Jamaica
  So I can puff all the ganja I wanna
  And don't have to worry
  Bout them runnin up on you
  
  I don't get it with these nosy folks
  All up in yours they be killin me you
  And eminem yes I'm feeling him yo
  Cause there's a Stan fan everywhere you go
  But where was they when you was broke
  Or maybe so before you were even known
  Two-wayin me calling even come to my home
  Man I wish they would leave me alone
  Dear god could you help me here
  And close all these nosy peoples ears
  It's not the fans who I'm talking to
  It's those irritating nosy mothahushup's
  Who wanna what know everything about you
  Who you know places you go
  Things you like to do
  Just because I rather not have my life on the news
  With some cake face reporter
  Saying back to you bob
  
  If somebody in ya business
  Touch your nose
  Always trying to know yours
  Touch your nose
  Always asking questions
  Touch your nose
  Always in my grill
  Touch your nose
  Don't worry about what I do
  You just do what you do
  I hate nosy peoples
  Mind your you need to
  Stay up out my business please
  That's all I ask cause you about to make a bitch mad
  I don't see how they can live like that
  Gotta gossip like beauty parlors
  Blabbin your trap girl let me tell you
  You know things like that
  I know you heard the word
  See rumors spread like that
  Dippin in the koolaid don't know the flava
  Gambling ideas they more lost then Vegas
  They got it major even god can't save them
  You can bathe them in holy water
  It still ain't no cure for them
  But in a way I kinda feel for them
  Cause that's the only thing they know
  So they mouth keep going going
  Mind your business and it will be okay
  Without nosy folks it be a better place