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damedot – god bless the mafia lyrics

[intro]
(meech)
yeah, ayy

[verse]
this b+tch wanna f+ck me and bro (oowee)
she a freak, so i hit it on the floor (like a dog)
bust a nut, asked the b+tch, “what i owe?” (what i owe you?)
she like gucci, so i swiped her some clothes
i ain’t stingy, paid for nails and them toes (i get ’em both)
what you want, some champagne, you like rose?
brought out my ice kit from gary, b+tch, i’m froze (bling)
everything i got on cost a roll, b+tch
i talk that sh+t ’cause i live that (’cause i live that)
she in love with backshots, get her weave sn+tched (ayy, ayy)
nuker send a few shots where your wig at (bow, bow, bow)
run up in a n+gga brib where he live at (his house)
make a n+gga spend a roll to get his kids back (everything)
get a n+gga wrapped up, that sh+t’s real whack (sh+t’s real)
bet the jackboys’ll tell you what it is, jack (they’ll tell you)
bet these bad hoes’ll tell you where the real at (let ’em know)
this big yop stick’ll show a n+gga true feelings (yeah)
i think i got robbed ’cause the roof missing (i can’t find it)
baby, throw it back a lil’, b+tch, you too in it (doin’ too much)
she said she can’t help herself, i’m just too different
8 a.m., i be ridin’ past the soup kitchen (workin’)
b+tch p+ssy get wet when the blues in it
i put on a diving suit, jumped smooth in it (jumped smooth in it)
gave the b+tch five hundred, blew her two kisses (mwah, mwah)
text my n+gga out in cali, tell him mail that (ayy, send it)
i can talk about that— ’cause i sell that (yeah)
rollin’ this gelato, b+tch, you smell that? (you smell that sh+t?)
you gon’ feel like you the one when you inhale that (why?)
eightball was in the hole, he got his sale sn+tched (free my n+ggas)
i just got my soul sn+tched in the h+llcat (haha)
jeans cost a pair of loubs, loubs cost an oldie (woo)
oldie cost a new school with some ruccis on it (skrrt)
b+tch say i’m him+him and put the coochie on it (let’s get it)
feelin’ like i’m b.i.g., but ain’t no coogi on me (ayy, baby)
i be feelin’ like a group, all these groupies on me (haha)
handyman, handyman, got the toolie on me
ayy, i talk that sh+t ’cause i live that (’cause i live that)
i’m tryna put my d+ck where her ribs at (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i got her baggin’ up the work where her kids at
i don’t put it in a wrap if i ain’t did that (nah)
p+ssy
[intro]
ayy, god bless the mafia, n+gga
god bless the mafia, b+tch
we can do a lot for you
(meech, meech, what it look like?)

- damedot lyrics

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