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Legit Ballaz - "411"
Lyrics to 411 : [Chorus x2] Why you all in my business Why you really really want to know the 4-1-1 Is it cause that my games tight I can scoop a bitch and fuck her on the same night [Verse 1: High Beam] It was a, Saturday evening bout seven at night White T, white thongs pockets feeling alright I got a, call from one of my carmel chicks She said I mean be careful I think they talking on some hate shit Despite the talk of the town, Ima be there For 45 minutes when you hear the horn come down And when she climbed in, I received a kiss and a hug In a minute take off your shoes on a white persian rug Wave your number rolling going to get bent Why they sure call thugs mugging I see him right through the tent He had the nerve enough to tap on my glass But he aint had enough light to peek in but I almost blast his ass Is it cause that Im known to bust So quick to bump a bad bitch that yall known to trust So when you see me on them thangs in the cadillac truck Man dont even know me when you see your bitch in the back or front [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: Todd Nitty] Foul, god damn you hagging Sixteen block my wall you want to block my magic Now you wondering no what Nitty be doing While these bitches trying to find out who am I screwing And Im so, sick and tired of the motherfucking gossip And Im, sick and tired of the motherfucking coppers They actually post up at the end of my block Take a hoe from her spot just for trying to plot [cop voice] [Todd Nitty] And Im like, damn friendly why you all on me Man Im out here slanging records shit I stopped selling weed Tell me, are you mad cause you see what I drive Or are you checking out these broads with the big ass thighs It be my main bitch, getting on my last nerves closest now to the edge from getting kicked to the curb She got a homegirl, all up in her hair Maybe they just meant my hairs longer than hers [Chorus x2] [Twista] And Im, sick of them haters that be all in my shit Everytime I turn around somebody always be talking bout Twist Want to know who got a baby by me, what does he drive, where my tip Be all in my bidness because they heard that Ive been bumping they chick I aint no lie, if I scoop your bitch up I will, If I get scratch from her Fold it up, if I tell her bend over She wont get up, if I give up the bunch What you need to know fo, you the player po-po Steady beeking and poking paranoia smoking on too much doe-doe Creeping all in my bid no since I first splurged on a Rego I got birds when I see you, Im starting to think you work for them people Hurt em when I tell em, I think you better ease up, cause everybody Know you no G when it come to the money put some gs up Until you hip lock and freeze up, you might as well Turn around and go like the other way when I see you [Chorus x2] [High Beam] See me riding real slick thick and rolling on thangs Got the misses and the bitches wanna know my name They want to know what Im on Get the fuck up out of mine homie go on and get your own Riding slick with the cherry wood grain In my big boy truck with the candy paint Why, bitches giving me brain I know you want to ball like me but you cant Stay the fuck up out my business man [Chorus] [ 411 Lyrics ]
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