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three 6 mafia - barrin you b**hes lyrics

i’m staying crunk i’m plenty drunk i can’t be barrin’ you b-tches
i’m staying crunk i’m plenty drunk i can’t be barrin’ you b-tches
these boys ain’t wild i’ll f-ck them cowards stick them b-tches for riches

[dj paul]
my n-gg- silent night, deadly night
that’s when i start when i start creepin’ like a hitman
scope my man then i toss the dynamite
b-tches yall ain’t got the guns
b-tches yall ain’t got the funds
f-ckin’ around with three to six i’ll make you n-gg-s duck and run
hoes this ain’t no game i’m playin’
i’m sayin’, i’m fed up with you boys
crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks
straight hoe n-gg-, flat broke n-gg-
make his eyes close i drop you n-gg-s like i drop my hoes

[gangsta boo]
i say we marchin’ and steppin’, plenty weapons we packin’
why you haters be lackin’ always dissin’ with rappin’
how you b-mpin’ our sh-t then you turn around an you diss?
you wouldn’t want to step we been in this sh-t you rookie b-tch
let me see who it be..shh pysch boy
i ain’t sayin your name you know who you are lil’ boy
in my time i saw faces, people of shades and races
people nail me to crosses like i’m jesus you satan

i’m staying crunk i’m plenty drunk i can’t be barrin’ you b-tches
i’m staying crunk i’m plenty f-cked i can’t be barrin’ you b-tches
i’m staying crunk i’m plenty drunk i can’t be barrin’ you b-tches
these boys ain’t wild i’ll f-ck them cowards stick them b-tches for riches

[juicy j]
now i ain’t f-cked up bout these n-gg-s dissin’
cause a n-gg- givin these blessings
see you like a dog you fetching, starin at a f-ckin’ weapon
know your momma taught you better, never try to diss a player
maybe i can kill you now or stall around and kill you later
probably i should call the boys
tell them to bring them toys
we gonna bust them b-tches and fold them up like aluminium foil
and keep loadin them guns
takin em one by one
throwin’ up sets and snappin’ necks until the job is done

[lord infamous]
take em’ on a lyrical holocaust
infamous is just our mafia boss
n-gg- walk around with his head blown off
call me the wicked -ss lord of farce
n-gg- one look and get his -ss ripped apart
infamous c-ke has got no heart
coming through the hoe ain’t no motherf-ckin boss
fall to the earth ?
hoes be froze in a permanent dose
these b-tches blow me outta their clothes
call me the n-gg- with the dirty nose
that will unload a 44 up to the foes
ain’t no playin with you motherf-ckin hoes
let’s throw that rope but you hoes don’t know
but the infamous know you
so and so and toe and toe i take the flow

[koopsta knicca]
ahh… ? dress up on my head see, heard dat?
ask motherf-ckin’ scared n-gg- h-ll yeah
jumped up out the bed cause no sofa bed b-tch ya heard?
? 4 clickas ain’t going out like no b-tch
ain’t no ? out this place like that fog up in my face
ain’t no rollin’ like no sissy
ain’t no busta b-tch, ok?
grab that gat c-cked and handle like they think that i’m crazed
so hit in their the face like a third grader on acid

- three 6 mafia lyrics

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