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shy glizzy - mafia lyrics

[intro]
yeah
young jefe, holmes
b-tch, this is the mafia

[chorus]
i don’t play no games, i let that scope aim
cartier frames, smokin’ propane
b-tch, i’m ballin’, ballin’, just like king james
yeah, your b-tch keep on callin’ (yeah, yeah), i let the phone ring
b-tch get on my nerves, but d-mn, i like it when she twerk
i know she really want me (yeah), but i don’t like to hurt
keep that 40 on me ’cause n-ggas like to lurk
b-tch, this is the mafia, you know we got that work (mafia, oh)

[verse 1]
i’m in l.a. with a quarter mil’ on me (yeah)
my n-ggas from fake money, they can’t wait to k!ll somethin’
it’s been some time since i’ve been stuntin’ on you dummies
b-tch, quit all that lyin’, know how a real n-gga comin’
gucci flip flops, i’m posted in the jungle
draco make you hopscotch, boy, don’t act funny
i play with big blocks, this ain’t rap money (this ain’t rap money)
the rollie, it ain’t tick-tock, that’s word to my mommy (word to my mommy)
they k!lled my brother, that sh-t turned me to a demon (dirty, dirty)
i put that choppa to my gut and i don’t see sh-t
you ever seen some brains splatter, you can’t believe that sh-t
your own right hand man ratted, you can’t believe that sh-t
i bought a mansion, now my mans feel like i’m leavin’ them (godd-mn)
we all came from the same ship, but i had leadership (godd-mn, godd-mn)
if he ain’t tryna row the boat then he gon’ sink the ship (uh huh)
whole hundred come off the boat, i really seen that sh-t

[chorus]
i don’t play no games, i let that scope aim
cartier frames, smokin’ propane
b-tch, i’m ballin’, ballin’, just like king james
yeah, your b-tch keep on callin’ (yeah, yeah), i let the phone ring
b-tch get on my nerves, but d-mn, i like it when she twerk (godd-mn)
i know she really want me (yeah), but i don’t like to hurt (godd-mn, godd-mn)
keep that 40 on me ’cause n-ggas like to lurk
b-tch, this is the mafia, you know we got that work (mafia, oh)

[verse 2]
i’ve been gettin’ all this paper doin’ stupid sh-t (godd-mn)
all up in louis with my b-tch, we goin’ ludicrous (godd-mn, godd-mn)
yeah, i’ve done done a lot of sh-t that i won’t do again (won’t do it)
they thought i would grow up to be a f-ckin’ hooligan (oh, oh)
stackin’ it, flip it (stackin’ it, stackin’ it)
run up them digits (run up them digits)
them n-ggas rap about it, we really live it (no cap)
i was really poor, ain’t know i was gon’ get it (really poor)
now we at the clear port, me and my hitters
truckload, woah, woah, money don’t fold (oh, oh)
all this rose gold froze, your b-tch chose (wrist on froze)
kick that door, n-ggas told, i stay low (oh, oh)
i f-ck your ho, tip-toe, i gotta go (young jefe, holmes)

[chorus]
i don’t play no games, i let that scope aim
cartier frames, smokin’ propane
b-tch, i’m ballin’, ballin’ (swish), just like king james (swish)
yeah, your b-tch keep on callin’, i let the phone ring
b-tch get on my nerves, but d-mn, i like it when she twerk
i know she really want me, but i don’t like to hurt
keep that 40 on me ’cause n-ggas like to lurk
b-tch, this is the mafia, you know we got that work (mafia, gg)

- shy glizzy lyrics

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