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lirik lagu god bless the mafia – damedot

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[intro]
(meech)
yeah, ayy

[verse]
this b*tch wanna f*ck me and bro (oowee)
she a freak, so i hit it on the floor (like a dog)
bust a nut, asked the b*tch, “what i owe?” (what i owe you?)
she like gucci, so i swiped her some clothes
i ain’t stingy, paid for nails and them toes (i get ’em both)
what you want, some champagne, you like rose?
brought out my ice kit from gary, b*tch, i’m froze (bling)
everything i got on cost a roll, b*tch
i talk that sh*t ’cause i live that (’cause i live that)
she in love with backshots, get her weave sn*tched (ayy, ayy)
nuker send a few shots where your wig at (bow, bow, bow)
run up in a n*gga brib where he live at (his house)
make a n*gga spend a roll to get his kids back (everything)
get a n*gga wrapped up, that sh*t’s real whack (sh*t’s real)
bet the jackboys’ll tell you what it is, jack (they’ll tell you)
bet these bad hoes’ll tell you where the real at (let ’em know)
this big yop stick’ll show a n*gga true feelings (yeah)
i think i got robbed ’cause the roof missing (i can’t find it)
baby, throw it back a lil’, b*tch, you too in it (doin’ too much)
she said she can’t help herself, i’m just too different
8 a.m., i be ridin’ past the soup kitchen (workin’)
b*tch p*ssy get wet when the blues in it
i put on a diving suit, jumped smooth in it (jumped smooth in it)
gave the b*tch five hundred, blew her two kisses (mwah, mwah)
text my n*gga out in cali, tell him mail that (ayy, send it)
i can talk about that— ’cause i sell that (yeah)
rollin’ this gelato, b*tch, you smell that? (you smell that sh*t?)
you gon’ feel like you the one when you inhale that (why?)
eightball was in the hole, he got his sale sn*tched (free my n*ggas)
i just got my soul sn*tched in the h*llcat (haha)
jeans cost a pair of loubs, loubs cost an oldie (woo)
oldie cost a new school with some ruccis on it (skrrt)
b*tch say i’m him*him and put the coochie on it (let’s get it)
feelin’ like i’m b.i.g., but ain’t no coogi on me (ayy, baby)
i be feelin’ like a group, all these groupies on me (haha)
handyman, handyman, got the toolie on me
ayy, i talk that sh*t ’cause i live that (’cause i live that)
i’m tryna put my d*ck where her ribs at (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i got her baggin’ up the work where her kids at
i don’t put it in a wrap if i ain’t did that (nah)
p*ssy
[intro]
ayy, god bless the mafia, n*gga
god bless the mafia, b*tch
we can do a lot for you
(meech, meech, what it look like?)

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