| Yeah
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| Young Jefe, holmes
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| Bitch, this is the mafia
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| I don’t play no games, I let that scope aim
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| Cartier frames, smokin' propane
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| Bitch, I’m ballin', ballin', just like King James
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| Yeah, your bitch keep on callin' (Yeah, yeah), I let the phone ring
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| Bitch get on my nerves, but damn, I like it when she twerk
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| I know she really want me (Yeah), but I don’t like to hurt
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| Keep that 40 on me 'cause niggas like to lurk
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| Bitch, this is the mafia, you know we got that work (Mafia, oh)
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| I’m in L.A. with a quarter mil' on me (Yeah)
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| My niggas from fake money, they can’t wait to kill somethin'
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| It’s been some time since I’ve been stuntin' on you dummies
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| Bitch, quit all that lyin', know how a real nigga comin'
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| Gucci flip flops, I’m posted in the jungle
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| Draco make you hopscotch, boy, don’t act funny
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| I play with big blocks, this ain’t rap money (This ain’t rap money)
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| The Rollie, it ain’t tick-tock, that’s word to my mommy (Word to my mommy)
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| They killed my brother, that shit turned me to a demon (Dirty, dirty)
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| I put that choppa to my gut and I don’t see shit
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| You ever seen some brains splatter, you can’t believe that shit
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| Your own right hand man ratted, you can’t believe that shit
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| I bought a mansion, now my mans feel like I’m leavin' them (Goddamn)
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| We all came from the same ship, but I had leadership (Goddamn, goddamn)
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| If he ain’t tryna row the boat then he gon' sink the ship (Uh huh)
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| Whole hundred come off the boat, I really seen that shit
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| I don’t play no games, I let that scope aim
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| Cartier frames, smokin' propane
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| Bitch, I’m ballin', ballin', just like King James
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| Yeah, your bitch keep on callin' (Yeah, yeah), I let the phone ring
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| Bitch get on my nerves, but damn, I like it when she twerk (Goddamn)
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| I know she really want me (Yeah), but I don’t like to hurt (Goddamn, goddamn)
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| Keep that 40 on me 'cause niggas like to lurk
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| Bitch, this is the mafia, you know we got that work (Mafia, oh)
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| I’ve been gettin' all this paper doin' stupid shit (Goddamn)
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| All up in Louis with my bitch, we goin' ludicrous (Goddamn, goddamn)
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| Yeah, I’ve done done a lot of shit that I won’t do again (Won't do it)
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| They thought I would grow up to be a fuckin' hooligan (Oh, oh)
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| Stackin' it, flip it (Stackin' it, stackin' it)
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| Run up them digits (Run up them digits)
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| Them niggas rap about it, we really live it (No cap)
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| I was really poor, ain’t know I was gon' get it (Really poor)
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| Now we at the Clear Port, me and my hitters
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| Truckload, woah, woah, money don’t fold (Oh, oh)
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| All this rose gold froze, your bitch chose (Wrist on froze)
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| Kick that door, niggas told, I stay low (Oh, oh)
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| I fuck your ho, tip-toe, I gotta go (Young Jefe, holmes)
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| I don’t play no games, I let that scope aim
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| Cartier frames, smokin' propane
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| Bitch, I’m ballin', ballin' (Swish), just like King James (Swish)
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| Yeah, your bitch keep on callin', I let the phone ring
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| Bitch get on my nerves, but damn, I like it when she twerk
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| I know she really want me, but I don’t like to hurt
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| Keep that 40 on me 'cause niggas like to lurk
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| Bitch, this is the mafia, you know we got that work (Mafia, GG) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mafia , by - Shy Glizzy. Song from the album Fully Loaded, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп