Money Gang Mafia - Mafia Shit lyrics

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Mafia shit

My niggaz you all do this

Do way she use her neck

I thought the bitch was truthless

And we be catching out

Steady mix my shakers cause I know

But you’re cushed down on a block

Real niggaz don’t need a grando

I’ll be ,honey,higher

I fight it in the fighters

Try me all and my niggaz

But we gonna start a riot

And these hoes don’t even know what’s up

Bitch we are as mafia

And we can fuck with new niggaz

Nigga come hang with us

Nigga fuck my squad and blast

Tryin’ to see how is gettin’ cuffed

Cushin’ this bitch,man

Money got no shit

If I want it than I get it

Cash I love to spend it

Check the stitches, you know my pain

…so loud I’m in the trance

With cuffs stayin’ on my hand

No parachutes so I fly

Got a pair of hoes and they’re by

We don’t love these hoes,we just fuck these hoes

I’m on my grime

Cause I got to shine,got to waste time

And my dollar sign ,bitch fine

Stupid niggaz stop talkin’

…And the mafia I trust

Scolled my buts up and got their ass kicked

But a press ball,go play tough

About the haters, I’m fallin’ trees

Break it down leaves,I’m a paper maker

I’m not liquor but a bully

We don’t love hoes,hard game

We don’t play hoes

Man that money got me hooked so

I don’t need a slutty bitch

She can get a deep choke

God damn this shit

…I bow hard like concrete

I slope loud can you hear me?

…niggaz can’t see me

You all wonder out like Stevie

Too old and she too gull

Damn,was she too off?

I walk her around …

Miss me out with that ball shit

Mafia beat a couple and …

We’ll be on my ball shit

Come take a head of this

…Pickin’ my dolphin

I’m ballin’ like sport

Why you bitch keep callin’?

Bitch,money talk so text

That should be my weapon

And oh,God I’m stressed

Cause Mary Jane go get smoke

…Cause we’ll be flyin ‘ niggaz like hurricane

That’s a fuckin’ shame ,

So you gang-bang but you carry change

They fuck them all and get paid

This is not a game

But let’ s call it .. like a fuckin’ chain

So these niggaz show no …

They can feel the pain

Got that cash up there in my pocket

We blow shit up like rockets

I see my name in your mouth

Stop it!

Try to get this money

Man I,this shit it ain’t an option

Got them off the pill

If you went down,get your head up

The next day she called

I didn’t pick up

Now it’s fucked up

Mafia shit

Send me no 6,I’m up on this bitch