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three 6 mafia - get the fuck out my face lyrics

“i say b-tch,
get the f-ck out my face,
get the f-ck out my face,
get the f-ck out my face, (pimpin’ hoe)
(repeat 4x)

live and react in life,
me and this mac right,
since you see that i’m here,
know that i’m half right,

only game for the cake,
who i leave you gushy,
and keep them b-tches better yet,
take some more p-ssy,

never get over look he the rookie,
one slip and he’s out the records sayin he took me,
can’t have it like, gottin they raggin,
trick or treatin halloween with little guts in my bag,
so i’m bout me tryin ta get my moma off in dat jaggin,
have me weigh a thousand eights, roll eight in those bags,
i’m the true and the real,
wether ya’ll want the records i can’t chill,
but i can make, when they breakin pills,
my brother had me gone on million cash with drill,
cleanin up it was a job for real,
i saw raw ? saw an steals,
caught star wars and grilles,
got the b-lls and though i seen it with my ball we live,

i say b-tch,
get the f-ck out my face,
get the f-ck out my face,
get the f-ck out my face, (pimpin’ hoe)
(repeat 4x)

i’m wanted of murder and times two of dat,
killer times two of dat,
pimp n-gg- doin dat,
what they wanna do bout dat,
i grown from a family that’s strong,
and they love to do wrong,
pimps, whyons, and drug dealers all i known,
see i can tell the world the truth now,
cuz see the time been served,
n-gg-z died or dropped the charge then,
i remember the time back when,
lemme gin ran the town with bents and drop top benz,
and they head, cuz that’s so sick,
cuz once you car ballin that way there aint nuthin to how they did sh-t,
but it’s a new day to bad scared again it’s happenin’,
f-ckin with us, but we’s just rappin’,

they scared to face the fact we make our money off the music,
so what you call me with a ball or blow, b-tch i use it,
i had the ruger for protectin’,
but your -ss wouldn’t had seein if ya hadn’t been expectin’

i said b-tch,
get the f-ck out my face,
get the f-ck out my face,
get the f-ck out my face, (pimpin’ hoe)
(repeat 4x)

let me tell ya’ll n-gg-s, what the ghetto in memphis is full of,

gd vice lords, killas, drug dealers

- three 6 mafia lyrics

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