Three Six Mafia Wild On Tour Lyrics Collection
Yeah Remix, new Three 6 Mafia (Yeah! Don't ask me nigga you nasty nigga you had ya tongue in my ass nigga. We lookin' for them J-Lo booties big old ass round and phat, let me squeeze it. They hate me because of my broads. What you boys doing with that weed?
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Every since I could remember I been working this hoes. People love to shake hands, hug, squeeze with tight grips. These niggaz in here think I'm a ho (I'm a ho). Chorus 2x (Juicy J).
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Filled to the brim with a pound in it. Yeah I'll share, I'll give her a piece. Hustle & Flow (2005). We got a lot to do with what's goin on in hip hop today, you know what am sayin? Stay out the strip club. They try to play like it's love and its family. Bustin' and fightin' and bitin'. Chorus]... [Intro DJ Paul talking] (With Echos).
Three 6 Mafia Wild On Tour
Supposed to be's who do some fake shit. Vision messed up cuz I'm drinkin the lean. Split you wit' two fuckin' halves. Do you wanna go to war nigga & spit some blood. Cuz I'm quiet and ain't on the dance flo (dance flo). They on some muthafuckin diets. When I ain't around its like Bush versus Saddam Hussein. My hood will rob you with mask on they face. Three 6 mafia wildin on tour. I made that in 92 a lil not long. Trying to get a paycheck, but work that ain't came yet. She say she want cheese but thats no doubt it. Bitches simple and plain. 3: Kings of Memphis). I ain't Denzel but I know Imma star.
20 g's will get your ass chopped up. Hootin and hollerin like a cheerleader squadron. My hood will do it to put food on they plate. Can it be the ten million records that I sold. It don't make me none (blow for blow wit it}. Half On A Sack Lyrics Three 6 Mafia( THREE SIX MAFIA ) ※ Mojim.com. Y'all don't even know I own a company. Ain't no choosy type dude, I'll take a dark skinna, or that girl on BET, that be hostin' with tigaa. Back to back, sack after sack. Tied his ass up and ransacked his home. We gone fuck her in the back of the bus. Tear Da Club Up was the first Crunk fight song.
Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel ya tongue ring.