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Philly's Most Wanted - Please Don't Mind

 

You could turn the mic down
A lil' bit
C'mon, with the hands
Yeah see
(Boobonic:)
Excuse me b****
What's your name?
Couple dollars ain't it
So what's your game?
Known fact 'cause
I'm gettin' the cash
Don't dance face to face
B**** gimme the as*
I'll help you out
If you had a long day
D*ck like, good advice
It could go a long way
Front, 'cause
I knocked cha'll down
I could remodel homes
I knock walls down
I'm wit all, that sh*t y'all
Talk about, oh
What I don't hit raw
Naw, you could flow
Like a bank hold up
Have I ever loved a chick
Lemme think, hold up
No, I'm all about the dough
He shouldn't give a f***
If it's not your h*e
Oh, that hatin' sh*t you did
Ain't done us playas
And we get more head
Than new hundreds

CHORUS:
Please don't mind
How I pursue
Don't take it personal girl
That's how thugs do
Let's get fly, sit for a few
And after that let's go
And crush in you

(Mr.:)
Yo, let me tell you
How I pursue
Spit game in they ear
And it's proper too
Say we stayin'
At the Fount with Blue
I'ma ball every day
Spend a grand or two (Psyche)
Hit the beach, forget the sheets
Get it down right there
Chick touch your feet
Loc roll, that's so much game
Y'all think
Y'all know my aim
That's a joke
Like Marlon Wayans, lame
And it ain't got no change
Chick listen up
Want d*ck or what? Take that
That's the only thing
I'm givin' up
Only sent, it's the dream
That you're 'gone get
Hit for free, then Boo 'gone hit
No they not like M-O dot
I hit, touch base
And ball like White Sox

Repeat chorus twice

(Boobonic:)
Look around dawg
What you see nigga
Whole lotta model b****es
Then me nigga
Me and Don in a drop
And this pearl with jewels
So sick
Make niggas wanna hurl
Do it look like
I care that's your girl?
She diggin' me and love
That I'm all the way ferl
You talkin' sh*t
Don't concern her
If I f***in' go
Hit more b****es
Than Ike Turner

(Mr.:)
I send 'em home in the cab
To tell I play 'em
More high notes
Than Patti LaBelle (plus)
You gel, heavywear at (and)
Got ice and your bezie wear that
Y'all doozers are strictly losers
We 'gone blow bright
Like bulbs and fuses
Tell your man
He better slow his role
Our guns'll make James Brown
Lose his soul

Repeat chorus four times


 

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