Three 6 Mafia lyrics
Three 6 Mafia lyrics
"Smokin' On Da Dro lyrics"
Er Kann Nicht Tanzen lyrics
An ihm ist beinah gar nichts, was mir nicht gefällt. Mein Mann das ist ein Traummann, der tollste Mann der Welt. Er schenkt mir laufend Blumen, ist höflich und charmant. Ehrlich superzärtlich, klug und elegant. Er ist fast vollkommen, wie kein and'rer Mann, doch dennoch gibt es eins das er nicht kann. Er kann nicht tanzen, tanzen, tanzen, er sagt Männer tanzen nie. Er kann nicht tanzen,
An ihm ist beinah gar nichts, was mir nicht gefällt. Mein Mann das ist ein Traummann, der tollste Mann der Welt. Er schenkt mir laufend Blumen, ist höflich und charmant. Ehrlich superzärtlich, klug und elegant. Er ist fast vollkommen, wie kein and'rer Mann, doch dennoch gibt es eins das er nicht kann. Er kann nicht tanzen, tanzen, tanzen, er sagt Männer tanzen nie. Er kann nicht tanzen,
[Hook (2X):]
Smokin' on da dro
You can't act like you don't know
Smokin' on da dro
You can't act like you don't know
Get down, get down on ya knees like a topnotch ho
Get down on ya knees like a topnotch ho
[DJ Paul]
Now all these chicken head hoes tryna smoke for free
See now hoe round these parts gone be smokin' on me
Get to fuckin where you fit in
If you want it throw yo bucks in
Trade yo truck in
Put something on it
[La Chat]
Hold up, now how you figure that LaChat be jockin niggas for weed
You in my face so mother fucker yeah I'm smoking for free
See we cant kick it 'less you niggas stick and roll in that dough
So fuck you boy I'm real as truth and so I know we'll smoke
[DJ Paul]
That aint my dog, that's just a nigga that just be tryna p
Bad Dreams lyrics
This is a matter of utmost urgency You might even call it a police emergency Suckers got ill when they finally heard the G Wasn't sellin' out, they tried to murder me Reached for my jammy like a troop's supposed to do Never let a sucker get too close to you Heard 'em comin', ducked behind the wall Then saw the whites of his eyes, the first one had to fall Another bug creeped up the fire escape Trying to sne
lay hardThis is a matter of utmost urgency You might even call it a police emergency Suckers got ill when they finally heard the G Wasn't sellin' out, they tried to murder me Reached for my jammy like a troop's supposed to do Never let a sucker get too close to you Heard 'em comin', ducked behind the wall Then saw the whites of his eyes, the first one had to fall Another bug creeped up the fire escape Trying to sne
The type of nigga I steal my weed from when times get hard
But if you wanna fuck wit that fool its cool I aint hurtin
You better dress real light cuz that conditioning aint working
[La Chat]
Nigga who gives a fuck what kinda friend or kid that he be to you
I'm bout my smokin', chokin', chiefin', fuck what you and him do
Aint shit for free, but shit wit me, you gotta be ready to spin
A ghetto bitch, I'm layin' back smokin' wit a devilish grin
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[Hook (2X):]
[ScareCrow]
I smoke 'em, get choked on, Provoked on the leaves
These bitches want to get they hands on and chief
I duck in, I dodge in, I dip in, I dive
For bitches who follow to smoke by my side
The head tilt, just like silk, she made me get milk
The hobos, just smoke on the blunt super built
Snatc
Gone lyrics
I thought I'd write, I thought I'd let you know In the year since you've been gone I've finally let you go And I hope you find some time to drop a note But if you won't Then you won't And I will consider you gone I know that you went straight to someone else While I worked through all this sh*t here by myself And I think that you should spend some time alone But if you won't Then you won't
yo bitches ass if she went in my stashI thought I'd write, I thought I'd let you know In the year since you've been gone I've finally let you go And I hope you find some time to drop a note But if you won't Then you won't And I will consider you gone I know that you went straight to someone else While I worked through all this sh*t here by myself And I think that you should spend some time alone But if you won't Then you won't
Make money, get fucked up, treat women like trash
[Juicy J]
All all these hoes be sayin we ghetto
Maybe not they type of fellow
Pushin on that Chevy pedal
Always tryna sell that yellow
Guess she think that I'm gone beat her
All I wanna do is meet her
We can ride out on the bridge to meet this nigga wit Maria
Don't be scared when we be slangin'
Love yo company when we hangin'
Heard you like to fuck wit robbers, let you niggas run a train and
Rub yo pussy wit the fruity
Bend you over, bang the booty
Undercover fuckin partners, I will shock ya never knew it
[Hook (2X):]
[T-Rock]
This for the smokers and cheifers
She get on reefer her throat is deeper
Strait from a skeezer who stimulated to suck my pita
Riding on ox a
As I Roved Out lyrics
And who are you, me pretty fair maid And who are you, me honey? And who are you, me pretty fair maid And who are you, me honey? She answered me quite modestly, "I am me mother's darling." cho: With me too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh. And will you come to me mother's house, When the sun is shining clearly ( repeat ) I'll open the door and I'll let you in And divil 'o
d VoguesAnd who are you, me pretty fair maid And who are you, me honey? And who are you, me pretty fair maid And who are you, me honey? She answered me quite modestly, "I am me mother's darling." cho: With me too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh. And will you come to me mother's house, When the sun is shining clearly ( repeat ) I'll open the door and I'll let you in And divil 'o
Hallin and flockin hoes
Which won of these bitches 'll suck me clean as mop and glow
You ho in the freight can slown it
Yo mouth and my dick component
A solid contraption we comin' bitches a magic moment
Inside of a Navigator
Bitches 'll masturbate ya
This sweat is activator
Vanilla her favorite flavor
The semen ejaculator
But T-Rock 'll never pay ya
If she broke then she wont hand a black wit out hoe and later
Yo payment is from the labor
Obedient to my favors
When she get hi her favorite food is dick and Now-n-Laters
A true gullin' rooty playa
Hella-fresh in my Gators
Bitches they smoking free with the mafia undertakers
We cool as refrigerators
When breathin' the chronic vapors
Aint trustin' no ho, a dick suckin' ho is a infiltrator
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