| Jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous ass bitches!
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| Jealous ass bitches!
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| Jea, Jea, jealous ass bitches! |
| jealous ass bitches!
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| Draped up and dripped out, know what I’m talkin bout
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| Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!
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| My killas and playas
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| We gotta hit the speaker up on a certain subject tho
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| These niggas hatas so they talk shit bout us to our hoes
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| They talk shit tryna put salt in our peeing
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| These niggas being
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| Some hating bitches but not seein
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| We goin after you enemies
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| Anger is all in me
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| Graspin another clip
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| Infared and feel these
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| Cross outs
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| Or get tossed out
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| On that pizzacks
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| Slammed to the pavement
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| For a fizz (JEALOUS!)
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| Never really cool wit me
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| Hoes ya gotta put em up
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| Backstabbers and downers hold ya down but bitch im
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| Bout some commers
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| Puttin them guns up
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| For ya lame
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| Take no charges for ya man
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| Toe to toe witcha ho
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| No problem man we can swang bang Bitch!
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| Well I be damned
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| It’s Scarecrow and Gotti, Carlito, Montana and Hoffa
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| We choppin off foes on these funky ass bitches
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| Cuz they ain’t got shit else to offer, Baraka
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| I’m only 5'5″ so I love when they call me Lil' Papa
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| I can’t get opposed, the coffins are closed
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| Less evil down here by tha dock
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| Cuz they think they some conors
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| But in a lil while you fuck niggas gone be some blood donors
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| We ridin' through in the Elantra
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| With the grenade launcher
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| They dead on the corner we comin real loca
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| I tell ya the nigs in my click man we comin real loca
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| They stayin real blow on tha snow
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| Always Coca Cola… but not the kind in the can
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| The kind in the refrigerator or in the drink stand
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| These niggas got faith in they strap like a crucifix
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| Run on there knees by the purest christian
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| And niggas in mafia land do not give a damn
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| After you pity our brands
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| We dont have to been that great cuz its no smoking the
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| Calico fully load, check yo collar
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| A nova gettin money lendin niggas pimp by the Boo
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| They want me to smile but steady I frown
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| Ain’t nothin but gangsta up in me fool
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| For what its worth im takin you bitches main
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| Niggas and dollars he’s winin' n dinin' his lady
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| So let that steam out yo collar
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| And face reality
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| You can’t compare when it come to misses Boo
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| Can’t be taking no losses from none of you project ho bitches
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| I’m livin it up stayin down, tryna get what I can
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| From the 9−6 to 2G, I’m lovin money not man
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| So why you playa hatin
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| Ho you need to dig what I peep
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| You wonderin why you ain’t bail
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| Cuz you be fuckin for free
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| So since you hot you better let that steam up outta your collar
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| I’m gettin richer and richer I love the almighty dollar
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| Back when I was broke didn’t nobody wanna fuck wit me
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| Hangin' with my nigga D-Magic in his property
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| Cypress Garden niggas with them triggers
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| Slangin' nothin' but fruit
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| Making junkies flip into a zone like they on that screw
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| Those was my idols, Dan and J. said stick to rap
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| Cause if you die in that shit I’mma get tha gat
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| 3 years passed and I finally got a fuckin' break
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| Three 6 Mafia, «Mystic Stylez», niggas start to hate
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| 'fore I started makin' cheese, sellin tapes underground
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| Playas stay down, now they frown when I come around
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| But I’m maintaining still drankin' hatin' I can’t destroy
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| Every time I ride all I hear is «fuck witcha boy!»
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| Draped up and dripped out
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| Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho
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| Draped up and dripped out
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| Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jealous Azz B*tc^h , by - Three 6 Mafia. Song from the album Kings Of Memphis: Underground, Vol. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп