Lyrics:
know the mafia
The realest mothafucka I swear
You know I promise ya
That's word life
The whole world love Keisha Plum
She got the dopest prom picture
written, it's been set in stone
Should be married to the streets but I had cold feet
You know me I got other plans
House bigger than my pride
See my mother
I can't be your one and only but I know you're not to blame
I never hold ya can't hold ya won't hold ya down
'Cause you got that kind of love
the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
Ladies and gentleman
Bullets will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up
I got my cuban mommy cooking up
when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope
Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap
Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo
the cutie, two for the cuite with the big D
Three for the cutie with the big D with money
You got it goin' on honey
Now we'd just like to know how low can
he's been out the picture so long
That I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya
You're wrong and that sh- was rotten
And the way you
And don't think 'cause he's been out the picture so long
That I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya
You're wrong and that shit was
to go link with the gang (ayy)
And unlike that clock on the wall at your mama house
I do not have time to hang
Please don't reach out to me
Think
I wouldn't do this thing with anybody else
Even though I used to think that I could do this by myself
All the love you pour into me truly felt
Let's
, my job, I'd change my life
I'd do anything for you
Baby I love you
Thank heaven above for you
More than my car, my house, my job, lay down my life
I'd
house key
Stain the master bed sheets
Spill your love all over me
Swear to always stay by me
stay by me
please stay by me
cuddle me swear to me you
on
Where my rag wearing soldiers that
Love to watch the dough stack
Never leave the house without their strap
(That's what I'm looking for)
They know
Like "You ain't Lil' Wayne, you a lame
Man I got to go"
But I did it, and I was on a mission
And little by little a couple
Of 'em would get it
Was
by your house
Though I know you're not home
But I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back
And your sunglasses on,
been Unseen back when I met Marine
Freedom is an incoming call... let it ring
I got you, read you, but I'm hard to reach like Machu Picchu
Shocking you
The Off-White's I got on only came out in Paris (Off-White)
She spin on that dick like a Ferris (spinnin')
In love with the money, I cherish (damn)
Louis wrapped
a bop down, let her have freedom (yeah, yeah)
Got a grown man sleeping on your couch
They in, that's out (that's out)
Leaving your house, wit' your
the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
Ladies and gentleman
Bullets will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up
I got my cuban mommy cooking up
you be surprised if I up my .5
I don't even trust niggas, by the way (brr)
I ain't never panic in a shootout (shootout)
We gon' find out where he
Im a keep going nobody gone stop us
Get out the way or keep losing ya partners
Ill make that call and you gone by tomorrow
Never caught lacking got
when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope
Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap
Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo
about a thousand lashes
Quarter you, horses stretch you out like elastic
Feed you to dogs you'll be eaten by mastiffs T
His ain't no easy choice, no
and a check
Grew up in a house but I stayed in the jects’
Liddon field mafia northeast’s best, shut the hood down once B got stretched
Couple nxggas turned foe
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