Lyrics:
all you bitches
To beware of the game
I'm tellin' all you niggaz
To beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama
Put her on the house
I got my dick
Or to think that I didn't mean
All those things intently
So I'm sat in my room
Listening to Swedish House Mafia and
I know it's soon but I
Can see myself here
(Scarecrow)
Mixtures of sin and gin on sight
Cut the wings off an angel
On both sides
I'm suin'
Huntin'
All them suckas
State your last
lo-loced out smoked out, triple six mafia, mafia
Loced out, smoked out, loced out, lo-loced out smoked out, triple six mafia, mafia
Walk up to your house
The people mispronounce your name
Tove I'll put that to an end
'Cause after this
No one will ever say your name again
You're Swedish and you sing
How very
who hugged him
You love him, yell his name
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
Mafia
Inglewood
Blood, tell 'em your name
Lil' Hawk Red Riding Hood
The C.M.G. is the hood that I clizzaim
D.L.B. Mafia/Lanes and ain't shit changed
You Ricket
Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your
House Mafia
You can find me on a table
Full of vodka and tequila
Surrounded by some bunnies and
It ain't fucking Easter
I'll wake up in the morning
House Mafia
You can find me on a table
Full of vodka and tequila
Surrounded by some bunnies and
It ain't fucking Easter
I'll wake up in the morning
check, back on the phones!
I got a caller caller, your name?
Yo, this is Jam who?
Jam! DJ Jam?
DJ Jam! Fuck you doing on the phone? Man
You supposed to be
August 2010 the Swedish prosecutors office first issues an arrest warrant
Mr. Assange says there are two separate allegations
One of rape and one
straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, fuck all of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The whole clique, dick sucked, ass licked
Leave your number by the phone,
congratulations
To your corporation
Guess to beat one Swedish boi you need a billion asians
Yeah you did it, very nice, and all it took
was a massive corporate
congratulations
To your corporation
Guess to beat one Swedish boi you need a billion asians
Yeah you did it, very nice, and all it took
Was a massive corporate
think that you're amazing
A congratulations to your corporation
Guess to beat one Swedish boy, you need a billion Asians
Yeah, you did it very nice,
who hugged him
You love him, yell his name
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
Mafia
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
for all of us I told ya
But why don't we just cancel culture
Lets start by cancelling the word homosapiens
It's offensive to homosexuals, it just
Smoke-A-Lot popular on the lock
For flippin' birds like Nadia
Mafia, Rap-A-Lot Mafia
[Willie D]
My Nigga, my Nigga
I'm here to say to
You try to tell it
Can
Percocet and Adderall, man, I could walk on water
I got a son, his name Jaylen and he want all your daughters
I'm a landmine, got this by a landslide, I
think you fast, man, headlines
Three left 'em up in a cast, man
When I look into your eyes I see a coward
Face to face I hit ya
Three 6 Mafia'd rather
think you fast, man, headlines
Three left 'em up in a cast, man
When I look into your eyes I see a coward
Face to face I hit ya
Three 6 Mafia'd rather
ate, sweeter than sugar pussy your dick faced
{Joe Mafia}
I answer this, many late nights, puffin on cancer sticks
On hell with this shit, sometimes I
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