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