Playa Fly — Flizy Comin' (Triple Bitch Mafia Pt.2) lyrics

Lyrics

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, but you hoes are gonna die
Playaz comin harder won’t bothered by yo pettiness
Break the law so super slaw and boy you can’t compare to this
Playaz on the scene for you green, jealous funky hoes
Bet that tech will get respect, plus Lil Ibn full of blow
How the fuck you figure you’d be bigger cause you makin' cheese
Half the shit you makin' bitch from Lil Fly and 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 youse a bitch when I get’cha they gone miss you punk
Tie you to my nigga’s bumper but busta you won’t reach the trunk
Crunk from the funk and a blunt, now my bodies numb
Give me one I got me one now busta you gone give me some
Just because you crave, dig yo grave time to stop ya
Proppin ya, droppin' da triple bitch mafia
Triple bitch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Flizy, Flizy comin gunnin
Three six runnin
Man I wish you niggas would do the shit you claim you could
Stealin, robbin, killin, mobbin; never in my fuckin hood
Busta come on face the fact, rollin' three blunts out 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 guts, spook you reachin for ya Glocks
Ain’t no time for reason and thrown pieces and the «L» sign
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
Any bitches clamin sixes ho you goin up in smoke
As I hear them country raps, comin' from a Crunchy Black
Man you soundin super wack and Fly know who’s behind that
Pranksta Boo, hoe you through, hoe I gotta get you too
Facial features favor hell — ugly duckling of the crew
And to you, you handicap bitch, yeah I’m watchin ya
Flizzy gon' assassinate the Triple Bitch Mafia
(Repeat 4x)
Roasten toasten triple duck, triple tradin set it up
Runnin felony or jack, fuck around and get it stuck
Buck feelin fucked now what’s up, put you on the spot
Triple sissies sayin shit, Marcus pass that plastic Glock
Put the pistol in yo face, if you run fuck the chase
Hollow tips would stop the pop and lemon peelers win this race
Catch a case I never wrote, smoke to keep it on the low
Busta takin off the map, wonder do yo roadies know
Tricky Ricky «Scarecrow», cooler than a fan though
Ridin' with the Triple bitch is nothin' but anna hoe
Now you know, and to you, busta bitch call him Koop
Paul so weakly to that bitch, now that ho is runnin you
Juicy claim he smokin' squares, Playa knowin' you’s a lie
As we chiefed them mega blunts I thought you was 'bout to die
Now I’m stayin super high ana bring that trigger itch
If you keep on talkin shit, I’ll triple fix a triple bitch
(Repeat 6x)