Lyrics:
equates to my rhymes.
I’ll rock the house and
Rock any square block for miles
On a musically ignited and
New collective high
Bars like mine go harder than
[Talkbox Parts]
[Intro/Talkbox]
It's the Mafia
[Lil Cease]
Uh, uh, say what, say what
It's the J-M-C in the motherfuckin' house y'all niggaz
ain't
messed up
That's your best luck
The kinda sort, run you over in the 4 by 4
And the tag on your toe will read Derelict
Pass the blunt, I take a hit
Pass
the dick, in your mouth
Take it out and take a lick
Every Ho is a bitch
And every bitch is a ho to get turned out
We putting these hoes on da house
Well I
worry, my nigga, get part of the clip
So I got it right back (right back)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing
your shit
while Big fuck your bitch
Uhh uhh, while your nigga take flicks
Uhh yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique
[Chorus: Cheek Del Vec]
One two y'all, you
have been told you are by the authorities, you will lie down on the couch and listen to my voice, i will count down from ten,
on one you will be asleep,
what's his name, huh?
That's how we do it ya'll
To all my niggaz in the house
Bad boy, who we die for
All day, everyday nigga
[verse 1]
For the love
Bankroll mafia, can't believe you bought that
Automatic long clip, you know you ain't 'bout that
Better listen so you heard what I said, hoe nigga
Better
Bad boy baby
Yeah, yeah
Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah
Yeah, B.I.G. 2000
B.I.G. 2000 Born Again, c'mon, yeah
The weak or the strong, who got it goin'
By my will we'll take what we need
Even daughters bound and gagged
Ears parted with heads
Splinters of wood in throats of old men
Burn houses
into El Chapo, he had work as one his captains
And gave me a hunnid bricks and said "Migo, get it brackin'"
I walk into a Mexican Mafia meetin' like
you hear me?
(808 Mafia)
Pour that bubbly, drink that muddy, drink that muddy
When we're cuddling, yeah I'm covered in it
I was dug in it, I was
head
My question get bakin'
And I will be damn if I
Let any motherfucker take it
Mafia! It's lot of us
Touring in the larger bus
Fuck goin' to jail
ORGAN MAFIA
[Intro]
Look!
For your own good while bar-hopping…
Listen up!
Take heed!
[Chorus (2×)]
She’s tempting men in a bar
Pretending,
of your son, nigga
Stack it up and take care of that money
You know I ran it all up by myself
And now your bitch drinkin' cum nigga
My diamonds yellow
la' vær' 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
The Worl, uh
My swag got me big lit (yeah), big Worl, on my big shit (yeah, 808 Mafia)
I get a brick on my face
I get a brick on my face
Come
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
"Yes, it is I," says me
And all who agree are more than three 'cause they're we
Yes, yo, I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about
Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip (rip)
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
the mafia, reach for my chain, I pop him (glued his ass)
Completed whole lot of missions, half of that shit was impossible (impossible)
Thirty deep from
I ain't got no friends
(take money) Yeah, I'ma do this track
West side!!
(take money) MOB, Bad Boy killers
(take money) Hahahaha, hey fat boy...
Discuss these take one by swedish house mafia Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In