Nothin' But Business (feat. BR, V Knuckles) (Explicit)

Nothin' But Business(feat. BR, V Knuckles) (Explicit) - Slaine

I'm the stage crasher

High on my mind at the rave bastard

Despite the mass-media called the gay bashin

Every statement that I make stays for days after

Internet p**sy LOL and my depraved laughter

So back pack and tryin' to battle me a slap you

This is be this is how I wanna be I mean it has to

Every minute I'm alive is an blimmed disaster

I like the doc to my high f**k greener posture

I'm withdrawn from all the f**king sh*t I'm on

Living on here's my hatred see through every little song

Sleep on me you're a sheep you're a coward

I'm a creep hold a plate T neck shove it and eat

My reckon's run in the streets

Reckless son of a b**ch pun of the freak

Only dealin' G's that's my stees I make a hundred a week

Die beats something till I come in the chick under the sheets

Dumb as they can be they call it ignorance it's money to me

F**k the world dog I'm staying with the cash on me

I ain't hard to find go ahead and ask for me

Microphone check 1 2 it is here

You can take it personal it's nothing but business

I need the w**d smoke and some liquor

Throw your motherf**king hands in the air

We got a 8 ball and some b**ches

Put your motherf**kin hands in the air

Wow lost in the highway

Amber Rose smirred off shots top with high graine

2 hoes they top exposed low grains

C D's and a** with a pro rate

You playin' a probate

Lock her to the home

I'm blending her lived on one way

She locked to a bone

I'm menage in my own you moist palm and grow

Your wife in the next room playing our songs

You playing all wrong she ain't paying the coaches salary

Can't be Mickey and Mallory no more

Just pimpin' at my home with a flat cargo

They fax my next flow

Flip text with s rolls

So pass to xo's

I'm drunk and it doesn't bother me

Since I ain't living in poverty no more

This the panoramic roof with the 2 tone flow

And I don't need to know sh*t if I do know those

F**k the world dog I'm staying with the cash on me

I ain't hard to find go ahead and ask for me

Microphone check 1 2 it is here

You can take it personal it's nothing but business

I need the w**d smoke and some liquor

Throw your motherf**king hands in the air

We got a 8 ball and some b**ches

Put your motherf**kin hands in the air

Who's nastier know I spit the newest raspy

Aren't you half for ya

My crews after you massacre

In the street making cake flip no spatula

Passenger in the acura with the after puff

Laughing but ain't nothing funny with the money

I'm hungry you give me counterfeit you take it from me

I throw your a** off a f**king bridge and cut the bungees

Spit a lungie for my tummy in your corpse you f**king dumbie

If you do survive you be looking like a mummy

New Hefner turn your b**ch into my bunny

Pour some gin for me

Patrone sucking around grape juice

Ain't proof mix it up put it down

I throw your hands up throw your grips up

Get your man smacked just for tryin to get hand cuff

Get a damn slut to get my glance buffed in my man's truck

On the camera that's the plan it's your man Knuckles

F**k the world dog I'm staying with the cash on me

I ain't hard to find go ahead and ask for me

Microphone check 1 2 it is here

You can take it personal it's nothing but business

I need the w**d smoke and some liquor

Throw your motherf**king hands in the air

We got a 8 ball and some b**ches

Put your motherf**kin hands in the air