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joe mafia – this one lyrics

[chorus: joe mafia]
this one, for them fake cats, fronting like it’s all love
running round, thinking sh-t sweet, yo
this one, for them words that wanna break my stride
canive, smile and they wish i died, yo
this one, for them n-ggas with scared money amongst me
that love to see me bleeding in the street, though
this one, for them crackers trynna beat me ‘cross the head
with that bullsh-t, it’s on the heart, yo, this one

[joe mafia]
f-ck rap n-gga, straight off the record
i hold western, stink and petty get you cough in me
lollypop kids do bids, and come home willing
third stripe pending felongs, pumping on wellon
n-ggas talk more than b-tches, wooly poot n-ggas
suit n-ggas, straight tie and suit n-ggas, shoot n-ggas
p-ssy drunk, dice games in the bootleg of this one
stack your funds, hold guns, and school b-tches, duke, listen
ain’t nothing new, i seen your kind before, do the math
f-ck you got a screwface for? you a candy -ss
cash ya -ss off a couple of packs, palm spitting
million dollar raps relax, my name ringing
jingling, got strength, plus ya mob respects, and nines and techs
all my real n-ggas dead or in the state correct’, keep the cake correct
bang the sh-t up in your whip until you break your neck
n-ggas straight up respect, dude, sorry, i got money
it’s funny, after f-cking with you, fronting with crumsb, see
edward scissorhands, your plans, and sn-tch -ss with it
i left you warning with a dun, and cats, it’s best opinion

[chorus]
this one, for them fake cats, fronting like it’s all love
running round, thinking sh-t sweet, yo
this one, for them words that wanna break my stride
canive, smile and they wish i died, yo
this one, for them n-ggas with scared money amongst me
that love to see me bleeding in the street, though
this one, for them crackers trynna beat me ‘cross the head
with that bullsh-t, it’s on the heart, yo, this one

[joe mafia]
i got that fire and i ain’t fronting with it
if you ain’t down with this, then you ain’t f-cking with it
that’s how i feel for real, ain’t nothing else to that, but
drugs and sl-ts, you can get touched
n-ggas need to collapse, slash, the cash rule
divine ruled, universal twerking, networking
fool got something to prove, moving out fast
no doubt’ll blow out, get your wig blown out
up inside a house, four thousand and a chrome out
trey pizzy, under the t, la smoke out
tank cats deserve curves, they cheating, yo
and i ain’t satisfied til n-ggas is eating, yo
get it from the rough, scoop it up, recoup
sn-tch pies from the chicken coup, we rule, get it in the duke shoe
whipmaster, what they call me
hit ’em with a nina of… if they call me

[joe mafia]
i do this with a jones, like i’m strung out and need a fix
on some real sh-t, dog, you frog, n-gga, eat a d-ck
how you cross me up and b-tt, like i ain’t see the sh-t
city sl!cker, uptown gift, i ain’t for no pimping
f-cker, friend all up in my sh-t, you ain’t gorilla
greener than a head of cabbage, f-ggot -ss rap n-gga
caught up in the mix, cuz, get tricked up
all out for this one, doing them dirty, d-mn to get them
in the hood with backwoods, all good, lace your timbs up
trump hold a m-ssberg pump, while i get slumped
broad day, hustling in hallways, a stress pump
official missile, shutting it down, if your sh-t slump
n-ggas catching l!cks with six b-tches, who kicks f-cking
crab cl!cks posing as d-cks, stick to the script, cousin
scr-pe it up, so we can cake it up, and get the spot jumping
n-gga, i done seen it and done it, run it, this one

- joe mafia lyrics

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