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three 6 mafia - fuck that shit lyrics

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n-gg- buck in the club like, f-ck that sh-t
got my tone in the club like, f-ck that sh-t
fire a blunt up on the dance floor, f-ck that sh-t
straight walk up to that boy like, f-ck you b-tch
slap a trick in front his b-tch like, f-ck that sh-t
start a fight with the thickest click, f-ck that sh-t
get kicked out this b-tch like, f-ck that sh-t
shoot that thang at security n-gg-, f-ck you b-tch

see i’m a ride me a chevy with them for doors
and blow some dough, dough
sit back and watch a flick on screens wide a red hoe
on double deuce, i met this b-tch up at the club
i had a tech, if her neighbors wanna buck
wide a n-gg-, ‘cuz i’m from the south side of town
b a z, and i’m reppin’, even if ya aren’t around
i match a blunt with the real, shoot a b-mp with the real
but i ain’t a baller, i just deal

with these drugs and thugs and these n-gg-z that’s locked up
i lock em’ down with some of that pure white stuff
like some dro, pop a pill, sip some syrup, it ain’t no deal
but you gotta stay the same when you high, keep it trill
and i still blow a blunt to take the pain out
‘cuz if i don’t get high, i’d probably blow my f-ckin’ brains out
‘cuz straight thugs love it, ‘cuz i’m a keep it killa
and i’m a dedicate this to my real -ss n-gg-z! yeah

n-gg- buck in the club like, f-ck that sh-t
got my tone in the club like, f-ck that sh-t
fire a blunt up on the dance floor, f-ck that sh-t
straight walk up to that boy like, f-ck you b-tch
slap a trick in front his b-tch like, f-ck that sh-t
start a fight with the thickest click, f-ck that sh-t
get kicked out this b-tch like, f-ck that sh-t
shoot that thang at security n-gg-, f-ck you b-tch

woo! i think you know the mother f-cking business now, wannabes!
hypnotize minds, three 6 mafia, roll with us, or get ran over
shoot with us, or get shot the f-ck up n-gg-!

in the middle of the club, dolla on swoll
take me a scoop, put it to my nose
walkin’ through the crowd, knock your trick down
pistol in my draws, don’t make me pull it out
twist another blunt, fill it real krunk
40 in the club, outside it’s the pump
top off the syrup, take me a swig
there go my dawgs, what’s up my nigs?

security starin’, they better not try it
‘cuz we will start a mother f-ckin’ riot!
the crowd is swayin’, three 6 playin’
it’s on now, no rules we obeying
security p-ssed, they started to march
just in time, i got outta dutch
but i was spotted, and kicked out
ran back in, shots rang out!

n-gg- buck in the club like, f-ck that sh-t
got my tone in the club like, f-ck that sh-t
fire a blunt up on the dance floor, f-ck that sh-t
straight walk up to that boy like, f-ck you b-tch
slap a trick in front his b-tch like, f-ck that sh-t
start a fight with the thickest click, f-ck that sh-t
get kicked out this b-tch like, f-ck that sh-t
shoot that thang at security n-gg-, f-ck you b-tch

as a young n-gg- in the hood kinda p-ssed off
‘cuz i gotta big bank, and his pockets too short
frustrated all the time, wanna tear the roof off
wanna be a gangsta, but the n-gg- too soft
kinda sissified, like that famous f-got, ru paul
but he can not hide, letting them queers knock his boots off
hope he get his sh-t together, grow up till he too tall
instead of letting these rubbers go up in his -ss, to raw

n-gg-z hatin’ on me, but they just don’t know
c-b he gotta gun, and i’m ’bout to explode
keep talking that sh-t, like you standin’ ten toe
you don’t know me n-gg-, you don’t know me bro
i’m up in the club, and i’m smoking on dope
your b-tch is talkin’ sh-t but its time to go
i’m a catch you little lame b-tches at the door
and spray you b-tch down, like a water hose

n-gg- buck in the club like, f-ck that sh-t
got my tone in the club like, f-ck that sh-t
fire a blunt up on the dance floor, f-ck that sh-t
straight walk up to that boy like, f-ck you b-tch
slap a trick in front his b-tch like, f-ck that sh-t
start a fight with the thickest click, f-ck that sh-t
get kicked out this b-tch like, f-ck that sh-t
shoot that thang at security n-gg-, f-ck you b-tch

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