with the mafia - summrs lyrics
[intro]
(she wanna hang with the mafia)
(she wanna ride and swing with the mafia)
(she wanna hang with the mafia)
(she wanna ride and swing with the mafia)
(she wanna hang with the mafia)
(she wanna ride and swing with the mafia)
(she wanna hang with the mafia)
[chorus]
(b*tch, yeah)
me and my b*tch gon’ blind each other (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
up on a jet, we fly together (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
step out the benz in new margiela (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
mafia bidness, new rockefeller (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
me and my b*tch goin’ live togethеr (that’s my b*tch, that’s my b*tch)
me and my b*tch do lines togethеr (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
me and my b*tch get high together (that’s my b*tch, yeah, uh)
me and my b*tch gettin’ fly together (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
pray for them boys, they tried this sh*t (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
play with this sh*t, you gon’ die, lil’ b*tch (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
me and my b*tch gon’ slide, lil’ b*tch (that’s my b*tch, yeah, uh)
you and your b*tch gon’ die, lil’ b*tch (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
we wake up on mafia sh*t (that’s my b*tch, yeah, uh)
me and boys outside, lil’ b*tch (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
back to back lambs, i’m poppin’ sh*t (that’s my b*tch, yeah, uh)
anything you do, can’t bother me
buying bottles and ain’t drinkin’ sh*t
in the club with my dancer b*tch
i’m a player, can’t save the b*tch
you a p*ssy, might stain you, b*tch
it’s best to stay up out my lane, lil’ b*tch
you know i’m kinda insane, lil’ b*tch
put you on a poster, frame your sh*t (yeah*ooh)
give a f*ck about my name and sh*t, ha
[verse]
they ain’t hear lil rino in a while
all these n*ggas going out of style
walk up in the crowd, they goin’ wild, yeah
walk up in the mob, they just like, “wow”
all i ever wanted to do was ball, uh
free my number one k!ller, lost in the trial
we gon’ pop bottles ’til we fall (we gon’ pop bottles ’til we fall)
twist the cork off, let it off
(’til we fall, ’til we fall, ’til we fall, ’til we fall)
(she wanna hang with the mafia)
[chorus]
(b*tch, yeah)
me and my b*tch gon’ blind each other (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
up on a jet, we fly together (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
step out the benz in new margiela (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
mafia bidness, new rockefeller (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
me and my b*tch goin’ live together (that’s my b*tch, that’s my b*tch)
me and my b*tch do lines together (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
me and my b*tch get high together (that’s my b*tch, yeah, uh)
me and my b*tch gettin’ fly together (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
pray for them boys, they tried this sh*t (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
play with this sh*t, you gon’ die, lil’ b*tch (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
me and my b*tch gon’ slide, lil’ b*tch (that’s my b*tch, yeah, uh)
you and your b*tch gon’ die, lil’ b*tch (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
we wake up on mafia sh*t (that’s my b*tch, yeah, uh)
me and boys outside, lil’ b*tch (that’s my b*tch, yeah)
back to back lambs, i’m poppin’ sh*t (that’s my b*tch, yeah, uh)
anything you do, can’t bother me
buying bottles and ain’t drinkin’ sh*t
in the club with my dancer b*tch
i’m a player, can’t save the b*tch
you a p*ssy, might stain you, b*tch
it’s best to stay up out my lane, lil’ b*tch
you know i’m kinda insane, lil’ b*tch
put you on a poster, frame your sh*t
give a f*ck about my name and sh*t
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