Lyrics:
new corner
And a swing real to real with index finger
I man put mi hand in the air and praise the Holy Father
So wa
Give thanks and praise
the bad
and the Skinnee
The sun in the sky
and I know it was high noon
Hit the town center and enter the saloon
Six shooter by my side but I'm down
soldiers most definitely
So watch what you say and where you step more carefully
If I fall in the field and ain't no more air for me
Pour some on the ground
licked
Leave your number by the phone, bring your ass on home
I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
With the flyest bitch getting head
Mafia for 12 years
We've been getting it crunk
The kings from Memphis man riding in my Chevy Truck
[Lil Wyte]
I'm from the bay I thrown them bows
Who
[Lil' Kim]
Uh, uh
Clark Kent will make it hot
[Clark Kent]
Superman, Superman
Lil' Kim is what'cha got
Junior M.A.F.I.A.
[Lil' Kim]
Skin Deep in
Make yo way to my house
We gone start on the couch
We gone pour up some liquor We gone air this shit out
Tell me about yo ex
What you like during sex
at her in slo-mo
I know a lot of professional crooks caught up by the feds
Them don't play... Them boys bust heads
So when I had her meet me on Topeeko
My
a couple of broads get him right up in the air
Mile high club get him right up in there
Send my nigga some gear like he never missed a year
By the time
a couple of broads get him right up in the air
Mile high club get him right up in there
Send my nigga some gear like he never missed a year
By the time
straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, f*** all of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The whole clique, dick sucked, a** licked
Leave your number by the phone,
of all kind.
Russian Fendi sables
with matchin pool tables
Read the Label - MAFIA
Admirin my shoes by Gucci
I be eatin sushi, playin with my coochi
Countin
your ass another rash
Nurse in the mafia, bitch I am above the rats
Baby I'm a raccoon chillin up in Cancun
Gotta top the damn fakes before they do
fun
My family knew how to get us lost
In a winter flurry in the Texas sun
Live nativity at our downtown church
Tea-rings to show our Swedish pride
It's been like a dream from from which I wake up
And by waking up I
One night
Heavy rain was falling
You were soaking wet and laughing
In Aix en
settle down
Shoe store
A movie house
Something like
Something like a french comedy
He's patronized by gentle souls
Their best intentions are their
Mafia
Ya know, ha, ya know
Nigga
It be hella bodies downstairs at Ty's house (Mob)
The whole mob, talkin' shit, shootin' dice with they straps out
and sing you a country song
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet air liner
And if you want a little bang in your ying yang come along
Well we broke
Vegas run fool 'cause its Friday
Oh yeah, throw ya neighborhood in tha air
If ya don't care
Oh yeah, throw ya neighborhood in tha air
If ya don't
and sing you a country song
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet air liner
And if you want a little bang in your ying yang come along
Well we broke
soldiers most definitely
So watch what you say and where you step more carefully
If I fall in the field and ain't no more air for me
Pour some on the ground
to Boston, then Boston back to Rome
It's too late for me
Gotta leave this shit alone
Everything's in the air but I'm really feeling thrown
Now my house, now my
Selfish baby boomers, eat a fucking dick
Gammon brexit voters, eat a fucking dick
Pussy-ass liberals, eat a fucking dick
Karen in HR, eat a fucking
PULL BOYS! PULL!
Have you ever seen the North Sea in a January gale?
The waves as high as houses, the driving rain and hail
The dark godless
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