Lyrics:
house
Our house
Tell me with this scripture can you feel a groove
Take a lover by the hand let the boy set a good mood
Let cha body free make sure ya feel
lovin' instead
I won't tire
Take me higher
Building a house of fire, baby
Buildin' it with our love
We are buildin' a house of fire every time
before, Junior MAFIA click, hardcore
Uhh, representin
Biggie Smalls in the house
Uhh, check it, huh
Biggie Smalls is the wickedest
Niggaz say I
, and
Felle Fel, rock the house
I can't forget, Capital, rock the house
My man Capital T, will rock the house
And to my man be , a rock the house, and
My
Aye hold up let's get lit
Bless the bottle
Take a shot
Or take a sip nigga aha
Aye we being cautious
In the middle of the living room playing mafia
on these homos
Like I said before, Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, hardcore
Uh, representin'
Biggie Smalls in the house
Uh, check it, huh
Biggie Smalls is
the White house,
Good luck!
Take care of ours chains and dream for the palace,
So, there’s a bank inccident on the main street
I don’t remember it’s name but
'fore yah get stomped out)
Yeah
Big shout from the house
Yeah Queen Bee
M.A.F.I.A. style
B.I.G. Forever baby
Brooklyn
We gonna let ya'll know
Do
'm the mother fucking daddy
Fuck Father Christmas, I’m the daddy
I’ll take you to Ibiza not too shabby
Get a nice little cocktail sex on the beach
Only if they’re
can the feds get us (uh-huh)
I got vendettas in dice games against ass bettors (uh-huh)
And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take that with ya
can the feds get us (uh-huh)
I got vendettas in dice games against ass bettors (uh-huh)
And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take that with ya
joning, but I be fucked up up on it
We're with the Mafia 6, and we ain't 'bout that bullshit
If we gon' get high, we gon' get high, and we gon' house
believing that shit
You got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit
Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us
I got the red promethazine, thick
Huh!
There's a black man livin in a big (big) house
Three credit cards fulla fat (fat) clout
Fatass garage holdin nine (nine) cars
One of them Mack
bitch
Have a nice shitty trip
Take your hat and your clothes
Out the white house with them hose
Hose hose hose
I'll be right in the club with my
Hose hose
(Dave Bring The Flux)
You can take that shit but i'll take it back you can't play with the Mafia
If i had to show POV you gone see how we do that
seem old fashioned to some of you, but I'd like to join in on this song. it's the kind of a sentimental song that you get at the end of a movie. it's
ninja
Bend her over, yeah, she bad lil' ginger
Pour a quick one in my Fanta
In yo house quick like I'm fuckin' Santa
Fuck her raw, excuse my manners
I was
yeah, "this party's at the fun, this party's at the fun house"
I don't know about that
Alright y'all, could you, could you be quiet for a minute,
want me, nigga
I go war with twenty, nigga
In all black, low doubt, like a ninja nigga
I'm in that butler bar spot
By your mama house (Skrrt)
I
spot (yeah)
I done grew a lot, servin' niggas I could slime out
Do the drill on feet, take that boy ID, face shot
All my niggas stand over shit, we
two-fives by the livers
The fifth's is inconspicuous
Bad Boy slipped in '95? Ridiculous
(Hahaha, that's right)
My rap lines is like land mines (Uh)
One step,
villains
Underground stash location with six million
To take, revail straight mafia shit
Phillipino chick licked coke right off his dick
He paid the judge
I’ve never been one who doesn’t take full
Responsibility for his actions, but damn
I really don’t deserve this
If I hadn’t traded my blue Marc Jacobs
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