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triple 6 mafia - weak azz bitch lyrics

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when i say weak -ss, you say b-tch
weak -ss, b-tch, weak -ss b-tch
when i say weak -ss, you say b-tch
weak -ss, b-tch, weak -ss b-tch

when i say weak -ss, you say b-tch
weak -ss, b-tch, weak -ss b-tch
when i say weak -ss, you say b-tch
weak -ss, b-tch, weak -ss b-tch

how you feel with this nine mili mill to your grill
haters talkin’ lots of sh-t, but they scared of the steel
if you want me come get me, ’cause i’m real with this here
i ain’t scared of none you hoes, i ain’t never shed a tear

in yo hood b-mpin’ ridin’ with a twelve case of beer
ain’t no n-gg- make no moves, get you scared, shook your fear
y2k, hit the clock, so you know the ending’s near
one call to them killas and you just might disappear

now n-gg- all in my face, hollin’ real but real soft
b-tch i’m holdin’ up this glock, ’bout to knock your block off
you a weak -ss b-tch and your cd cover show
with your fake -ss face, i been knowin’ ya so i know a sissy hoe

yeah, i know, this a triple six city
all that mtv and bet got you feelin’ sh-tty
just to think you used to be my dog, used to be my n-gg-
now you fake, but i stomp on you trick
in the gr-ss you little snake b-tch

when i say weak -ss, you say b-tch
weak -ss, b-tch, weak -ss b-tch
when i say weak -ss, you say b-tch
weak -ss, b-tch, weak -ss b-tch

when i say weak -ss, you say b-tch
weak -ss, b-tch, weak -ss b-tch
when i say weak -ss, you say b-tch
weak -ss, b-tch, weak -ss b-tch

uh, we came to move the f-cking crowd
make the speakers pound
if you n-gg-s wild, knock these b-tches out
rumblin’ the ground, tramplin’ n-gg-s down
from the dirty south, where the n-gg-s like it loud

we should hypnotize, instigate a fight
fire in my eyes so sate lucky frank white
ready for the gunfight, if you wanna get high
ain’t no sympathize, make you sleep till it’s judgment night

talk is cheap, i hear you talking but you ain’t ’bout your biz
la chat a mack ain’t got no time to play no games with a b-tch
my motherf-ckin’ plastic gat we gonna rumblin’ sh-t
then they gon’ hit’cha smit’cha get’cha so don’t f-ck with this sh-t

i know you feelin’ when i’m speakin’ and i’m speakin’ to you
well hoe it’s true, who got the proof b-tch, what you gon’ do
i keep my mug ‘cuz i’m a thug, i left the twink on my grill
you got some manner, need to show it
sh-t you claim that your real

when i say weak -ss, you say b-tch
weak -ss, b-tch, weak -ss b-tch
when i say weak -ss, you say b-tch
weak -ss, b-tch, weak -ss b-tch

when i say weak -ss, you say b-tch
weak -ss, b-tch, weak -ss b-tch
when i say weak -ss, you say b-tch
weak -ss, b-tch, weak -ss b-tch

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