Some fuckin' attitude I can't believe what you say to me You've got some attitude Inside that bitter brain There's gotta be a whore If you don't shut your mouth Oh, attitude

Even though you know it's old Even when you're on the run Seeing that he's on the run Got an attitude Thinking that he's always right Blowin' smoke rings Making me wanna fight I never look back At all the things I've ever done

I just want to celebrate! I'm a motherfuckin nigga with an attitude Die nigga! We are born to die nigga You've been dyin for 400 years Niggas know how to die Niggas don't know nothin' else, but dyin' Niggas dream 'bout dyin' I got a case, of spittin' in

Drop it like it's hot Park it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot When the pimp's in the crib ma When the pigs try to get at you And if a nigga get a attitude I got the Rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed cause I got it going

(Raised on country music) I was raised on Merle, raised on Willie Got my Honky Tonk attitude from Joe Diffie Daddy did too, it's family tradition If someone cranks it up, you can't help but listen My upbringing sounds like George Strait singing And I

Don't it make you ashamed of yourself Don't it make you feel small y'all? Honey, you think you've got an attitude So you treat him just a little to loose Well, buddy you think she's a little to cold So you act like a two year old. Don't it make you feel

Bitch!es always be all, giggling and shit. But they get mad when there favorite song don't come on in the club. Catch an attitude and shit We got one for them. Goes like this We wrote a song for the hoes You like to hear? here it goes A little something

So what if I wake up with a attitude? You assuming that I must be mad at you You don't wanna deal with it, deal with it You gotta be real with, real with it You wanna leave but you're just in your feels With that good bad behaviour (good good good, good

I just want to celebrate! I'm a motherfuckin nigga with an attitude Die nigga! We are born to die nigga You've been dyin for 400 years Niggas know how to die Niggas don't know nothin' else, but dyin' Niggas dream 'bout dyin' I got a case, of spittin' in