Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mind Your Business, artist - President T. Date of issue: 23.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mind Your Business |
| I’ll hold my business, please mind yours |
| Mum’s like «Pres, remember your chores» |
| There’s so much on the game, I don’t wanna look at the scores |
| I’ll hold my own, please hold yours |
| I rang the bell, but I never came through doors |
| There’s so much on my name, I forgot yours |
| I’ll hold my business, please mind yours |
| Mum’s like «Pres, remember your chores» |
| There’s so much on the game, I don’t wanna look at the scores |
| I’ll hold my own, please hold yours |
| I rang the bell, but I never came through doors |
| Hands on my money, nah rudeboy, I dug my claws |
| Fam where you at? |
| I’ll be at the Costa |
| These MCs can’t get on the roster |
| President La Cosa Nostra, never ever been an impostor |
| I’m from a broken home, 'nough of them man there are foster |
| Just came back from the races, with a ting from Gloucester |
| Such a performance, wow, she could’ve gave me an Oscar |
| Ain’t got time for the antics, fix up your posture |
| President T, when I come around please go down, he goes up |
| Scarface over the phone but he never shows up |
| Man bring terror to the stage, nobody ever blows up |
| I’ll hold my business, please mind yours |
| Mum’s like «Pres, remember your chores» |
| There’s so much on the game, I don’t wanna look at the scores |
| I’ll hold my own, please hold yours |
| I rang the bell, but I never came through doors |
| There’s so much on my name, I forgot yours |
| I’ll hold my business, please mind yours |
| Mum’s like «Pres, remember your chores» |
| There’s so much on the game, I don’t wanna look at the scores |
| I’ll hold my own, please hold yours |
| I rang the bell, but I never came through doors |
| Hands on my money, nah rudeboy, I dug my claws |
| Are you zoning? |
| Are you zoning? |
| When I come around, they’re all cloning |
| Hands on jewels, none of them owning |
| Born with the shape, no need for toning |
| Turn up to war, never postponing |
| I heard mandem are giving out P’s |
| But word on road blud, them man are loaning |
| Say you’re gonna say it to my face, them man are phoning |
| I was in a band but, I never played the guitar |
| Ten years in the game, nobody knows who you are |
| But I weren’t phased, check my account, everyting raised |
| Gave way the red string everyting’s haze, nah won’t go back to the ways |
| I’ll hold my business, please mind yours |
| Mum’s like «Pres, remember your chores» |
| There’s so much on the game, I don’t wanna look at the scores |
| I’ll hold my own, please hold yours |
| I rang the bell, but I never came through doors |
| There’s so much on my name, I forgot yours |
| I’ll hold my business, please mind yours |
| Mum’s like «Pres, remember your chores» |
| There’s so much on the game, I don’t wanna look at the scores |
| I’ll hold my own, please hold yours |
| I rang the bell, but I never came through doors |
| Hands on my money, nah rudeboy, I dug my claws |
| Mind your business |
| Mind your business |
| Mind your business |
| Mind your business |
| I’ll hold my business, please mind yours |
| Mum’s like «Pres, remember your chores» |
| There’s so much on the game, I don’t wanna look at the scores |
| I’ll hold my own, please hold yours |
| I rang the bell, but I never came through doors |
| There’s so much on my name, I forgot yours |
| I’ll hold my business, please mind yours |
| Mum’s like «Pres, remember your chores» |
| There’s so much on the game, I don’t wanna look at the scores |
| I’ll hold my own, please hold yours |
| I rang the bell, but I never came through doors |
| Hands on my money, nah rudeboy, I dug my claws |