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ebk young joc - real mafia lyrics

[intro]
brrrrr, brrrr
sitck ’em, hahaha sitck ’em

[verse]
aye, play this beat bro lemme talk about my life (real sh+t)
since 13 i been playin’ with these pipes and you betta have one on top if you stopin’ at that light
mama looked at me like “son, the sh+t you doin’ ain’t right”
but before they take my life, mama i’ma go do life (50 down)
12+7 jackboys real mafia
i had to rob as a kid all kinds of stuff
oh that’s a shame, shame little bitties had to kind of bust
free the chain gang, they set ’em on the mob and bust
he not gang way, you n+ggas knew what time it was
brshhh, we ain’t gonna speak upon it
slo+be always pick me up bеcause least ’em
my dog said hе ain’t ever k!ll a man but he seen a body
d+mn, huh, that’s just funny to me
if ‘lil mama want my time come get some money wit’ me
i don’t play games, i ain’t no kid, there ain’t a chuckle in me
real recognize real so real n+ggas f+ckin’ wit’ me
yup, uh
they salute me, you don’t like who i’m affiliated wit’ then n+gga shoot me
scuba divin’, i just almost drowned in that p+ssy
i don’t want ’em round if he a clown, real rookie
it’s just me and my round we ridin’ round blowin’ cookie
he don’t want no body, if he did he coulda cooked me
n+ggas p+ssy
and i ain’t finna lie about it
they took yo’ brother stop the cryin’ and go slide about it
we call the drakey ‘baby dragon’ it spit fire out it
she got the rental in her name, oh we slidin’ out it
n+ggas goofy and they snakes and everybody clownin’
he in this water, he can’t swim, then you know he drownin’
she said “yo’ jeans h+lla tight” bet i whip 30 out it
and i ain’t talkin’ bout my pole, i’m talkin 30 thousand
we came from robbin’ n+ggas, poverty, and public housin’
you feelin’ froggy n+gga, leap, stop with all that bouncin’
what, n+gga
’cause we’ll get it poppin
b+tches chase me in the mall when they see me shoppin’
oh, he talkin like he sl!ck, bro’ll leave him topless
aka mr. bin laden, n+gga we be mobbin’
these hoes boosie, i ain’t lyin’, they be really fraugalant
he in my hood sellin shhh, gotta pay some homage
stupid, silly, n+ggas hilarious
everybody hates chris, know he a darius
i need a ring for the streets because i married it
big booty b+tch bouncin’ ass, ooh she very thick, aye
ohh she very thick, big booty b+tch bouncin’ ass, ooh she very thick

- ebk young joc lyrics

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