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That’s That Shit
Mystikal
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🇬🇧 English · Original
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When you think of that shit
Mr. Cold, B-Freddy
That's that, that's that
That's that, that's that
That's that, that's that
Watch this motherfucker
That's that shit
That's the reason them bitches be tryna get the worm out the zipper
That's the reason them niggas gon' have to learn that I'm the ripper
Scrape up crumbs and turn 'em into nickels
Then bounce 'em into dimes, then I turn 'em into flippers
I can't do my rhyme like I do your rhyme 'cause it's different
You can't make your shit tryna sound like mine 'cause it isn't
I run right at the top of the line, get your mind right, nigga
Murder was the case 'cause I shined that night, nigga
The man with the braids in his head, two ton live, nigga
Let 'em fly, nigga, ride with fire, nigga
Fire from the West End, bring it back home
Ducked off in the Bonneville, blowing up zones
Roaming, cutting up on my cell phone
With my mouth in the wind and I'm gone
Givanni twenty inch wheels, the twirl hoes hating in the back
Fuck 'em, girl
I stand up like a pit, swing the big dick
Take a picture, bitch, stick 'em like scotch tape, bitch
I swear to God I'll fuck over your ass
Have you sitting on your porch getting pushed in your rocking chair
That's that, that's that
That's that, that's that
That's that, that's that
Watch this motherfucker
That's that shit
That's that, that's that
That's that, that's that
That's that, that's that
Watch this motherfucker
That's that shit
I came to put my two cents on a two inch
Tearing down the fucking building and the blueprints
And it's lined up in two lengths
Come your ass down here, ask 'em who the fool is
Raise your hand and talk to the teacher, though
Student, student, like a singer, I'm 'bout to oot and a toot
Smoking purple bubblegum, orange, and Krazy Glue buddha
Y'all passed this, I'm the black prince ruler
Sharp shooter, chopper tooler, touch a loser
Point blank, bitch, boom boom
Full blast, turning up the water all the way on
My name is Mr. Cold
I handle my business with no one disrespecting since I hit the door
When I come around this motherfucker, your arms fall off
You can't touch me, your jaw break and you don't say nothing
Don't fuck around and let my second wind kick in
I bet it be making you feel like the booty that the dick went in
Bitch
That's that, that's that
That's that, that's that
That's that, that's that
Watch this motherfucker
That's that shit
That's that, that's that
That's that, that's that
That's that, that's that
Watch this motherfucker
That's that shit
That's that, that's that
That's that, that's that
That's that, that's that
Watch this motherfucker
That's that shit
That's that, that's that
That's that, that's that
That's that, that's that
Watch this motherfucker
That's that
That's that