Three 6 Mafia lyrics

Three 6 Mafia lyrics

"Barrin' You Bitches lyrics"

I'm Bugged lyrics
I'm bugged you all look like insects In your brand new sunspecs I'm bugged I'm bugged I drop a little note through my sympathetics door I think I'm going ga ga I just can't take anymore At first I see 'em swarming from a dark and midnight nest And when I see 'em fiddling well I think you've guessed the rest! I'm bugged you all look like insects In your brand new sunspecs I'm bugged I'm bugged I wake up in a cold sweat and I run into the st


I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches

[DJ Paul]
My nigga silent night, deadly night
That's when I start when I start creepin' like a hitman
Scope my man then I toss the dynamite
Bitches yall ain't got the guns
Bitches yall ain't got the funds
Fuckin' around with Three to Six I'll make you niggas duck and run
Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin'
I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys
Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks
Straight hoe nigga, flat broke nigga
Make his eyes close I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes

[Gangsta Boo]
I say we marchin' and steppin', plenty weapons we packin'
Why you haters be lackin' always dissin' with rappin'
How you bumpin' our shit the
Burned Up lyrics
Burned up, my throat is ripped open, I can't sing, I can not scream, havin' hard times, fall asleep Remind me, I keep my spirits high, it always could be worse, right destiny, my own life Save me the daylight, bring me home in this bus I call my own, best friends I've ever known Yeah Bad karma collecting from my past, the best time I ever had if my health was not so bad Self made man, made your bed to sleep, you won't listen to nobody, heads thick as
n you turn around an you diss?
You wouldn't want to step we been in this shit you rookie bitch
Let me see who it be..shh pysch boy
I ain't sayin your name you know who you are Lil' Boy
In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races
People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus you Satan

I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches

[Juicy J]
Now I ain't fucked up bout these niggas dissin'
Cause a nigga givin these blessings
See you like a dog you fetching, starin at a fuckin' weapon
Know your momma taught you better, never try to diss a player
Maybe I can kill you now or stall around and kill you later
Probably I should call the boys
Tell them to bring them
Anything For You lyrics
I'd give anything to give me to you Can you forget the world that you thought you knew If you want me, Come and find me Nothing's stopping you so please release me I'll believe All your lies Just pretend you love me Make believe Close your eyes I'll be anything for you Have you left to make me feel anymore There's only you and everyday I need more If you want me Come and find me I'll do anything you say
toys
We gonna bust them bitches and fold them up like aluminium foil
And keep loadin them guns
Takin em one by one
Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks until the job is done

[Lord Infamous]
Take em' on a lyrical holocaust
Infamous is just our mafia boss
Nigga walk around with his head blown off
Call me the wicked ass lord of farce
Nigga one look and get his ass ripped apart
Infamous coke has got no heart
Coming through the hoe ain't no motherfuckin boss
Fall to the earth ?
Hoes be froze in a permanent dose
These bitches blow me outta their clothes
Call me the nigga with the dirty nose
That will unload a 44 up to the foes
Ain't no playin with you motherfuckin hoes
Let's throw that rope but you hoes don't know
But the infamous know you
So and So and Toe and Toe I take the flow

I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk
18 Years lyrics
Music: Scheepers/ Schlachter Lyrics: Scheepers Are you still satisfied with the situation That you've into for many years now? Time is movin' on your childhood it's gone But you don't realize that the game it isn't won Blind you think that you're safe at home But the fall is near if you carry on 18 years of freedom - where have they gone? Try to understand - you must search to take Before you old - you must learn to live your life before you're old Brea
'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches

[Koopsta Knicca]
Ahh... ? dress up on my head see, heard dat?
Ask motherfuckin' scared nigga hell yeah
Jumped up out the bed cause no sofa bed bitch ya heard?
? 4 clickas ain't going out like no bitch
Ain't no ? out this place like that fog up in my face
Ain't no rollin' like no sissy
Ain't no busta bitch, OK?
Grab that gat cocked and handle like they think that I'm crazed
So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid

I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches

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