Lyrics:
I'm runnin' through, nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.f.i.a. In front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya
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
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,
The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers
Mad noise, 2008, a G a game
I'm Ron O'neal in the love seat, sunk deep
Long nigga bustin' out they
a cutie, we spoonin'
Take it back and take a look at yourself
Take the lesson, put it all in the air
Too many days gone by
Sittin' by the phone, waitin'
whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than a block I run on you
And I'll smoke ya junior mafia in
here we go now
What's up (music make you lose control)
Misdemeanor's in the house, yeah
Ciara's in the house
Misdemeanor's in the house
Fatman
here we go now
What's up (music make you lose control)
Misdemeanor's in the house, yeah
Ciara's in the house
Misdemeanor's in the house
Fatman
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
on the fence right by the cut
Chopper in the bushes I don't get a
I need a light feeling right
Every day and night I'm on flight
I'ma put it in the air yeah
Sick off human ashes
Hatas passion
Guess who was scared
Niggas stalkin' in the Memphis streets
The Triple 6 them Mafia niggas you don't want
muhfucking house
Eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell 'em what the doormat
I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause
(I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
(I love it when
at lig' mave til hvis i ikk' ka' lave det
Det eneste jeg kan stave til er penge F R B
For København er min by og sådan er det
Og sådan vil det altid være så
Dominicanas in the Bahamas coverin' the sand
Albanian, try to reign me in
She a hottie with a body that was made to send
It's goin' down under two Australians
right in your face
Play this a lot smarter
{Joe Mafia}
Low avalanche, wobblely stance, ask for rain dance
We the same cats blazing your lab
Wu-Capone
Man, what?
Yeah, uh
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land, y'all
Where loyalty is everything
The M.A.F.I.A forgives but never forgets
Huh, let me tell you
furnitures from his parents house
And sold it in a cash express store
Just to pay his debts in the street
I had a homie who was constently stealing in his
finna show 'em we ain't playing over here
In my city, nigga blicking with the four
Trappin' out they mama house, got police kicking down the door
Huey Newton
I feel it, it's in the air
White cop with a stare
New judge in the chair
This shit hittin' the fan
But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit
faccio la mafia come fossi Swedish House
Questi rapper sono come One Direction
Li ammazzo con il cazzo quando mi viene un erection
Chiudo la
Highroller)
He does damn everything in the book, I mean
(Jo Jody Highroller)
What are we gonna do about it?
Bro, did you see Jennifer last night?
She was like
all over the house
All over the house
All over the house
She came closer
I popped up like bread in a toaster
Alright alright foreplay's over
I
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