Lyrics:
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
Raving with S.H.M. London to N.Y.C.
I got my visa and my visa
A diva and her dealer,
Bitch I'm up on the guest list
With the Swedish house mafia
You can
into El Chapo, he had work as one his captains
And gave me a hunnid bricks and said "Migo, get it brackin'"
I walk into a Mexican Mafia meetin' like
yeah, I'm back, it's Tejbz
Fortnite is my jam, play with Ninja
Chat spam
My fort's a ferrari, built by a genius
I'm not retarded, just a little bit
was proper
Isolate me from the populus
Never rock a leopard
Been myself and now they spotted us
And now them gang-bangers sound like Swedish House Mafia
looking at his face
Drawn on the wall when i drive
Everyday passing by the place where he died
He the reason i wrote this text
Blue mafia
Most of them
joning, but I be fucked up up on it
We're with the Mafia 6, and we ain't 'bout that bullshit
If we gon' get high, we gon' get high, and we gon' house
believing that shit
You got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit
Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us
I got the red promethazine, thick
Michelangelo
Sanno che siamo down by law
Sanno che ho la mafia in house come fossi Steve Angello
Gli han fatto l'orologio e mi pregano di ridarglielo
Scrivo
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
one, need a Ferrari
Two, sell-out Barclay's
And no it ain't my fault if yo dude, on me
You going overboard that Boston Tea Party
Feud going on so we call
pass ain't signed by me
Can't go to the hood get live like me
Ooo why you got to do 'em like that
Turn a house to a trap how I'm moving like that
I could
artsy bitch
I'm Steve Harvey you the runner up bitch I'm sorry
Safari camo'd out like I'm in the Army
Ferrari blastin off Houston do you copy
No parley
young n****s to do that
Your baby mama house sprayed up with the new Mac
Move back, you don’t want a issue,
You don’t want them n****s to come and get
comfortably in a big house where I supposed to be
Everything on point I'm puffing on a joint
Spliff Marley while my family feud like Steve Harvey
Took off in
at the party
Wheeled in by Steve Harvey
He had the freshest line in the building
He stunted on mine, it was my party
And he tarnished my shine got mad
And had
West Coast Mafia niggaz
Yeah, untouchable niggaz man
C'mon niggaz, c'mon niggaz. Ha.
[Verse 1: see-Bo]
Check, my uzi weigh a ton I hits 'em up an I run
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