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ft the mafia maino - 1-900-the-mafia (freestyle) (ft. the mafia) - maino lyrics

yeah, here’s a couple of suggestions of how you could finess it
first you see the n-gg- and see if he gonn confess it
what’s done inside the dark gonn show up in the light
never call a man a rat unless you see him black and white, right
set the trap, if the boy eating cheese
get the f-ck away from him, if you think he jay reed
look him in the eyes, see exactly what’s inside
do your own work, see if he ever testify
or run upon him throw a couple water on him
this n-gg-‘s in the fast, and he drop quarters on him
or catch him alone say you know his little secret
and from a right price between y’all you will keep it
before you know it, you like when extortin him
then you tell the hood anyway n-gg-, f-ck em
you got that? makin check for 900$ holler

first upon you should have called me
and put that thing to your baldy
and took that ring from your shawty
n-gg-s is sick, fresh to death like the ash
you thought n-gg-s was rich
but n-gg-s is hurting, nomads
n-gg-s is sick, when you comin through with it all on
n-gg- a vic, and i don’t care if you a n-gg- or b-tch
the streets be like that n-gg- a b-tch
don’t be listening and now your man like
get caught slippin in van dyk-
hit the ground filled with that land like
you a mail and it was can night
next time park in the bush, you take the cab over
call this line, i’ll send the p-ss over
tell my n-gg-s to take it easy, mac oprah
who you came to see though?
p-ssy n-gg- prolly upstairs watching tivo
every 2 minutes peek through his peephole
like i was just about to come hit you, f-ck outa here

first day’s first, should have never came to the book
if you ain’t p-ssed in with them gangsters bra
you thought it was sweet, how you creep
one dip with no heat
can you tell me what the f-ck was you thinking bra
you a sheep around wolves, you ain’t eat in a week
and them motherf-ckers gonn leave you stankin bra
brooklyn just barclays, goons selling hard yay
flatbush to broadway, g’s shootin broad day
thinking what you think got your -ss in a hard place
that instagram got your -ss in the jail
before you sent that dm you should have thought like a man
who ain’t got shut but a bad b-tch as his fam
you thought it waas the right time to line one of her friends
for a favorite cousin who just got out of can
plus you from outta state, she just threw out the biat
put kisses under your flicks, and post the pictures of her cake
came with jewels in and your benz, you wanted to impress her
now you lucky to go home on a stretcher
i mean look sonny it could be worse
you could run out the crib with your hand in your shirt
and try to front like it’s … but f-ck around and get murked
sh-t, man, that would be a fatal attempt
…with moves from the rocker…cause you a dead motherf-cker, sucker!

- ft the mafia maino lyrics

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