Triple Bitch Mafia Lyrics

Triple Bitch Mafia lyrics

Triple triple triple triple
Triple bitch mafia mafia mafia
Flizy Flizy
Flizy Flizy Flizy
Fli Flizy comin gunnin three six runnin

Verse
1:

Hangin low cheefin high time to make you bitches cry
Triple
bitches talkin shit fuck you hoes are gonna die
Playaz comin harder won't
bothered by yo pettiness
Break the law so super slaw boy you can't compare
to this
Playaz on the scene for you green, jealous funky hoes
A fifth of
tech will get respect, plus you hoes full of blow
Now the fuck you figga
you'd be bigga cause you makin cheese
Half the shit you makin bitch,
glorifyin Gangsta B.
Thinkin bout my nigga clout, Playa Fly's in the
house
Fly so high funkytown, man you love to hear me shout
Nigga its
official when I get'cha they gone miss you punk
Tie you to niggaz bump but
busta you won't reach the trunk
Crunk from my bumb and blunt now my bodies
numb
Give me one I got me one now busta you gone give me some
Just cause
you crave, me so great times a stoppin ya
Proppin ya, droppin da triple
bitch mafia

Chorus:
Triple bitch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia,
mafia, mafia
Flizy, Flizy comin gunnin
Three six runnin
(Repeat
4x)

Verse 2:

Man I wish you niggaz would, do the shit you clam
you could
Stillin, robbin, killin, mobbin, never in my fuckin hood
Busta
come on face the fact, rollin three blunts and a sack
I hear you mention
funkytown but never touch the funky pack
In others words, Gangsta Blac makes
ya fuckin heart stop
Drop to ya fuckin guns, leave you reachin for ya
glocks
Ain't no time for reason and thrown pieces in the air side
Call
this matter life and death, man you walk a thin line
Crime on my mind yo its
murder and I'm on them slopes
Any bitches clamin sixes ho you goin up in
smoke
As I hear them country raps, comin from a Crunchy Blac
Man you
soundin super wack and Fly know who behind that
Pranksta Boo, ho you
through, ho I gotta get you too
Facial featchers favor hell ugly duckling of
the crew
And to you, you handicap bitch ya I'm watchin ya
Flizy gone
assassinate the triple bitch mafia

[Chorus] (Repeat 4x)

Verse
3:

Roasten toasten triple duck, triple tradin set it up
Runnin felony
or jack, fuck around and get it stuck
Fuck feelin fucked now what's up, put
you on the spot
Triple six is sayin shit, marks would pass them plastic
glocks
Put the pistol in yo face, if you run fuck the chase
Hollow tips
would stop the pop and lemon pillers win the race
Catch a case I never
wrote, smoke to keep it on the low
Busta talkin off the map, wonder do yo
rollas know
Tricky Ricky Scarecrow, cooler then his clan though
Riden wit
the triple bitch is but ana 'ho
Now you know, and to you, busta bitch call up
Koop
Talk so weakly to that bitch, now that ho is runnin you
Juicy clam he
smokin sqaures playa know you a lie
As we cheefed them mega blunts, I thought
you was bout to die
Now I'm stayin super high and raisin trigger itch
If
you keep on talkin shit, I'll triple fix a triple bitch

[Chorus] (Repeat
6x)

[Talking until end of song]