Mafia Like(Misguided III) Lyrics

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FUCK YOU

Boy, don't get me started

Caught you reaching for a chain, is you retarded?(Is you retarded?)

That hoe was quick to sell a story, bet you bought it(I bet he bought it)

Can't never say he over me, I bet he thought it(I bet he thought it)

Yeah, but Imma slow it

That boy say he got guns, but he don't blow it

He wan' go band for band, but he can't show it, uh(He can't show it nigga)

I say DT the one, and bitch, you know it(Bitch you know it)

My gang could box you up because they trap a lot(They trap)

See you rocking fake Ralph Lauren, you's a capalot(He cap)

Talking about some old shit, we call that boy Sir Yap a lot(Sir Yap)

How the fuck you been here all your life and use the map a lot(You use the map?)

I could do some grimey, give a fuck if you was mad or not(Could give a fuck)

Niggas playing pussy like you trying to catch a hat or not(Catch a hat)

If it ain't bout money, close the chat cause I don't chatter box( I don't chat)

Said you want him gone, you mad he gone, like bitch you glad or not(Is you glad or not?)

You ever try to switch up on the fam we on your ass

DT for don't trip, don't trip about what's in my glass, nigga

I ain't checking on your track, I know it's wack, nigga(Bam)

You keep crying about your mans, go get it back, nigga(Boy)

If I ever lose my mans, I get it done, don't throw no fits nigga

You say you chasing bags, but all you do is run your lips nigga

I'm tender by my chicken, got that sauce that make you dip nigga

My bro ain't never been inside the gym, I know he flip niggas

Cash Rules Everything Around Me, bitch C.R.E.A.M

Told you he was fucking with me, someone wake him out his dream

Said your pockets, hella fat, this ain't even what it seem

Chase the bag instead of hoes, I know you tired of seeing seen

Yeah, one body, two body, bitch I flee the scene

Nigga, three bodies, four bodies, DT coming mean

Yeah, five bodies, bet not run my bro gon hit your spleen(Gon hit yo back)

Six bodies, we delete them players off your team, nigga(Nigga what)

Look, this ain't no store, but check this out(check it out)

If you really bout that shit then you'll pull your weapon out(Put yo blicky out)

Sixteens on the feet, nigga know I'm stepping out(I'm stepping out)

I'm a patient guy, he sitting in that crib, I wait him out(I wait him out)

Nigga, look, if you ever tried to switch up on the fam, we on your ass(Nigga)

DT for don't trip, don't trip about what's in my glass (Nigga)

And I ain't checking out your track, I know it's wack(Pussy, nigga)

Yeah, real demon shit

HB

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