Album Cover Flizy Comin' (triple Bitch Mafia Pt. 2)

Flizy Comin' (triple Bitch Mafia Pt. 2)

Playa Fly

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Triple triple triple triple

Triple bitch mafia mafia mafia

Flizy Flizy Flizy Flizy Flizy

Fli Flizy comin gunnin three six runnin

Hangin low cheefin high time to make you bitches cry

Triple bitches talkin shit fuck you hoes are gonna die

Playaz comin harder won't bothered by yo pettiness

Break the law so super slaw boy you can't compare to this

Playaz on the scene for you green, jealous funky hoes

A fifth of tech will get respect, plus you hoes full of blow

Now the fuck you figga you'd be bigga cause you makin cheese

Half the shit you makin bitch, glorifyin Gangsta B.

Thinkin bout my nigga clout, Playa Fly's in the house

Fly so high funkytown, man you love to hear me shout

Nigga its official when I get'cha they gone miss you punk

Tie you to niggaz bump but busta you won't reach the trunk

Crunk from my bumb and blunt now my bodies numb

Give me one I got me one now busta you gone give me some

Just cause you crave, me so great times a stoppin ya

Proppin ya, droppin da triple bitch mafia

Chorus:

Triple bitch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia

Flizy, Flizy comin gunnin

Three six runnin

(Repeat 4x)

Man I wish you playaz would, do the shit you clam you could

Stillin, robbin, killin, mobbin, never in my fuckin hood

Busta come on face the fact, rollin three blunts and a sack

I hear you mention funkytown but never touch the funky pack

In others words, Gangsta Blac makes ya fuckin heart stop

Drop to ya fuckin guns, leave you reachin for ya glocks

Ain't no time for reason and thrown pieces in the air side

Call this matter life and death, man you walk a thin line

Crime on my mind yo its murder and I'm on them slopes