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letra de sugarhill mind your business - dee billz

[intro: dee billz & humble gz]
daddy
yeah, yeah
say it louder
nah, humble
y’all hear that n-gga?
the f-ck was that? (ayo)
n-ggas still wanna say my name, alright, bet
n-ggas ain’t learn the first time
play that
grrah (baow-baow-baow)

[chorus: dee billz]
(hey, 7evn) (bet)

humble be callin’ his big bros daddy, he is a lame (ayo)
ar, he just a washed-up oldhead tryna get fame (word to my mother)

[verse: dee billz]
i don’t wanna catch dudeylo, n-gga got nothin’ to take (that n-gga a bum)
why they on my d-ck? like, please just give me a break (please just give me a break)
let’s just cut to the chase (cut to the chase)
it’s so many deads, i think i’m laced (word to bro)
let me put them in they place
b-tch, i’m the one and it’s not a debate (b-tch, i’m the— b-tch, i’m the one, n-gga)
if he think he slime, we wipin’ his nose (baow-baow-baow)
strike him, make him pose (strike)
humble on cam, he was blowin’ a— (ayo, ayo)
fa— fade who? your whole block faded
it’s a cleanup, i’m doin’ maintenance (i’m doin’ maintenance, laser)
everybody keep testin’ my patience (baow)
until somebody end up a patient
just because you don’t see it on me don’t mean the gun not around (if you know, you know)
lil’ bro tryna air out the crowd (everyone scatter)
push up on me, i bet you hear sounds
baow, baow-baow (where are you goin’?), we got unlimited rounds (unlimited rounds)
i want ’em dead now (i want ’em dead now)
send a blitz, then fly out of town (fly out of town, see you later, see you later)
can’t wait to see dudey, all my n-ggas need is the lo’ (all we need is the lo’)

we out to harlem, like, where is the o’s? (like, where is the o’s? oyk)

catch him doley, i bet he surrender (word to my mother, that n-gga b-tt)
[chorus: dee billz]
(hey, 7evn) i heard dudey is sayin’ my name (dudey who? dudey what?)
but notti is poked (nikx), edot is shot in the brain (them n-ggas dead, n-gga, word to my mom)
humble be callin’ his big bros daddy, he is a lame (ayo)
ar, he just a washed-up oldhead tryna get fame (word to my mother)

[outro: dee billz]
why n-ggas sayin’ my name?
edot and— uh, shot in the brain, n-gga (baow-baow-baow)
stop sayin’ my—
said i’m on the block with the shooters, maneuver the ruler, it’s hittin’ medullas (n-gga, who is you fadin’?)

- dee billz

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