Lirik Lagu Triple Bitch Mafia - Playa Fly
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Triple triple triple tripleTriple bitch mafia mafia mafiaFlizy Flizy Flizy Flizy FlizyFli Flizy comin gunnin three six runnin
Verse 1:
Hangin low cheefin high time to make you bitches cryTriple bitches talkin shit fuck you hoes are gonna diePlayaz comin harder won't bothered by yo pettinessBreak the law so super slaw boy you can't compare to thisPlayaz on the scene for you green, jealous funky hoesA fifth of tech will get respect, plus you hoes full of blowNow the fuck you figga you'd be bigga cause you makin cheeseHalf the shit you makin bitch, glorifyin Gangsta B.Thinkin bout my nigga clout, Playa Fly's in the houseFly so high funkytown, man you love to hear me shoutNigga its official when I get'cha they gone miss you punkTie you to niggaz bump but busta you won't reach the trunkCrunk from my bumb and blunt now my bodies numbGive me one I got me one now busta you gone give me someJust cause you crave, me so great times a stoppin yaProppin ya, droppin da triple bitch mafia
Chorus:Triple bitch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafiaFlizy, Flizy comin gunninThree six runnin(Repeat 4x)
Verse 2:
Man I wish you niggaz would, do the shit you clam you couldStillin, robbin, killin, mobbin, never in my fuckin hoodBusta come on face the fact, rollin three blunts and a sackI hear you mention funkytown but never touch the funky packIn others words, Gangsta Blac makes ya fuckin heart stopDrop to ya fuckin guns, leave you reachin for ya glocksAin't no time for reason and thrown pieces in the air sideCall this matter life and death, man you walk a thin lineCrime on my mind yo
Verse 1:
Hangin low cheefin high time to make you bitches cryTriple bitches talkin shit fuck you hoes are gonna diePlayaz comin harder won't bothered by yo pettinessBreak the law so super slaw boy you can't compare to thisPlayaz on the scene for you green, jealous funky hoesA fifth of tech will get respect, plus you hoes full of blowNow the fuck you figga you'd be bigga cause you makin cheeseHalf the shit you makin bitch, glorifyin Gangsta B.Thinkin bout my nigga clout, Playa Fly's in the houseFly so high funkytown, man you love to hear me shoutNigga its official when I get'cha they gone miss you punkTie you to niggaz bump but busta you won't reach the trunkCrunk from my bumb and blunt now my bodies numbGive me one I got me one now busta you gone give me someJust cause you crave, me so great times a stoppin yaProppin ya, droppin da triple bitch mafia
Chorus:Triple bitch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafiaFlizy, Flizy comin gunninThree six runnin(Repeat 4x)
Verse 2:
Man I wish you niggaz would, do the shit you clam you couldStillin, robbin, killin, mobbin, never in my fuckin hoodBusta come on face the fact, rollin three blunts and a sackI hear you mention funkytown but never touch the funky packIn others words, Gangsta Blac makes ya fuckin heart stopDrop to ya fuckin guns, leave you reachin for ya glocksAin't no time for reason and thrown pieces in the air sideCall this matter life and death, man you walk a thin lineCrime on my mind yo
