again Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend I'll do your ass in Yeah, I ain't ya fuckin' friend You do your ass in nigga Three 6 Mafia comin' at your ass
fatality You'll be fled I'll be glad When i make you hit that grass I ain't showin' no mercy God damn it i'm bustin' that ass I'm havin' cisions of flesh
You'll be fled I'll be glad When i make you hit that grass I ain't showin' no mercy God damn it i'm bustin' that ass I'm havin' cisions of flesh (??)
rapper down with bars Party sells 17's where I dwell Stale pastrys on my shelf I'm fellin' as if I'm in hell Yea soon I be bailed Pale well if it's swell
, a big butt What you see when I'm walking on by I see you lookin' whether male or female You in I see you lookin' When I'm packin' yo' nigga you know
I don't smoke then I ain't smilin' I ain't eatin' I ain't sleepin' And I ain't fuckin' wit no broads If I ain't weeded Can't let 'em stress my mind
your rhyme like a joke I'm gonna tote you like a 90 when I'm pullin' that dope I know you're hopin' that I'll fall to my face, but I ain't My shoes are
And you a pro so I know it wasn't the first time and it won't be the last nigga And aint't tryna to act like it wasn't all that when you be sick when
attitude If I don't smoke then I ain't smilin I ain't eatin I ain't sleepin And I ain't fuckin wit no broads If I ain't weeded Can't let em stress my
