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b-brazy - mafia lane lyrics

[braze mac a.k.a b-brazy]
i couldn’t wait to find hawk so we can f-ck this ho
you know braze got the ho so many have to have jaw
in room nine cause it’s gonna be a d.l. thang
you can’t get in unless you claimin’ denver mafia/lane
to show your tatt’ at the door n-ggas ain’t bangin’, bone out
or step to the curb and get knock the f-ck out
but this n-gga that’s gon’ k!llas so gone his -ss when i’m through
this is lanes it don’t stop, it don’t quit, i thought you knew
i got the ?? pumpin’, high like f-ck
pig tails, perm girls braze khakis and chucks
i be a n-gga flue’d up should i k!ll it?
(h-ll yeah – gotta with the gang i can roll ??)

[lil’ hawk]
o.g. inglewood back in the m-th-f-ckin’ door
red riding through your hood givin’ up 104
with my dog b-brazy
rollin’ in the boupe
and everytime we swoop
we pull a: woop woop!
i got b-tches that slangin’ like each and every day
(but she can bangin’ though)
c.m.g. for sure (west side in the house!)
oh, you didn’t know?
n-gga, i’m lil’ m-th-f-ckin’ hawkster
and n-gga i ain’t africa i’m from crenshaw mafia
when i roll with capone (and you know it’s on)
and the j-u-n-e from the f.i. double g
and if i catch a crab slippin’, should i k!ll him? (h-ll yeah!)
red chucks on my feet, four braids in my head, n-gga

i’m just bangin’ mafia/lanin’
do you wanna f-ck with me?

[june dawg]
surprise out of the cut, g’d up with my chucks
servin’ cavi on the block is the way i came up (so west up?)
i’m high off the chronic smoke
i’m down to blast any n-gga that wanna come and provoke
so take a toke from a west side figueroa soldier
if i catch you slippin’ hit you up and then i smoke ya
flex back to my dog house with my g’s
pants saggin’ to my knees while b-tches swingin’ off of these
so please i’m tick tockin’, straight nina blockin’
on the dance floor and got a gang of hoes jockin’
i’m clockin’ a major grip, down to set trip
talk sh-t and get your throat slit, you just cannot f-ck with
the young gangsta that be goin’ toe to toe
ready to scr-p with any n-gga, representin’ figueroa
and i be kickin’ down the door with that infra-red beam
glock-glock on your dome, ready to let off much steam
with the g-ness, the quickness i put them fools down
sh-lls drop on the ground, blood spilled by the pound
b-tch, you better watch you say to me
a straight get dope fiend by my n-gga k.p
a ricket flue’d up, should i k!ll it? (h-ll yeah!)
west side denvers, and we just don’t care

i’m just bangin’ mafia/lane and
do you wanna f-ck with me?

[lil’ hawk & braze mac a.k.a. b-brazy]
mirror mirror on the wall
who is the g is be a n-gga off the mall?
n-gga you but n-gga don’t boost him braze
i’m not, i just don’t give a f-ck about no crabs
nine block lanes b-tch my brain’s mentally ill
crabs watch your backs n-gga at the light by ??
blood it’s the n-gga named braze, h.k. with the scope
crab n-ggas wanna trip, crab n-ggas get smoked
snap crackle motherf-ckin’ pop
you rice crispy–ss n-ggas
fool you know this k!lla
from the 4th to the ‘shaw even c.k. century
and i’m still rollin’ with the d.l.b
well it’s anybody k f-ck boover, f-ck ??
i gives a f-ck what you claimin’ if you ain’t mafia/lanin’
hoes swingin’ off the nuts
yep, but i can’t stop ?? set up was braze blood the hoes start jock
but since i’m mafia/lanin’
i’m entertaitin’
my n-ggas representin’ be my n-ggas g-ngb-ngin’
i can’t stop, won’t stop, n-gga i thought you knew
lil’ hawk red riding and f-ck a lil’ boy in flue, woop! woop!

i’m just bangin’ mafia/lanin’
do you wanna f-ck with me?

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