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three 6 mafia - barrin' you bitches lyrics

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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

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 y’all ain’t got the guns, b-tches y’all 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 remember 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

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 psych 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

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

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 [unverified]

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

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

ah, [unverified] 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?

[unverified] 4 clickas
ain’t going out like no b-tch
ain’t no [unverified] out this place
like that fog up in my face

ain’t no rollin’ like no sissy, ain’t no busta b-tch, okay?
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

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

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