Mafia

Lyrics

Yeah
 Young Jefe, holmes
 Bitch, this is the mafia
 I don't play no games, I let that scope aim
 Cartier frames, smokin' propane
 Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', just like King James
 Yeah, your bitch keep on calling (Yeah, yeah), I let the phone ring
 Bitch get on my nerves, but damn, I like it when she twerk
 I know she really want me (Yeah), but I don't like to hurt
 Keep that 40 on me 'cause niggas like to lurk
 Bitch, this is the mafia, you know we got that work (Mafia, oh)
 I'm in L.A. with a quarter mil' on me (Yeah)
 My niggas from fake money, they can't wait to kill something
 It's been some time since I've been stunting on you dummies
 Bitch, quit all that lying, know how a real nigga coming
 Gucci flip flops, I'm posted in the jungle
 Draco make you hopscotch, boy, don't act funny
 I play with big blocks, this ain't rap money
 (This ain't rap money)
 The Rollie, it ain't tick-tock, that's word to my mommy
 (Word to my mommy)
 They killed my brother, that shit turned me to a demon
 (Dirty, dirty)
 I put that choppa to my gut and I don't see shit
 You ever seen some brains splatter, you can't believe that shit
 Your own right hand man ratted, you can't believe that shit
 I bought a mansion, now my mans feel like I'm leavin' them
 (Goddamn)
 We all came from the same ship, but I had leadership
 (Goddamn, goddamn)
 If he ain't tryna row the boat then he gon' sink the ship (Uh huh)
 Whole hundred come off the boat, I really seen that shit
 I don't play no games, I let that scope aim
 Cartier frames, smokin' propane
 Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', just like King James
 Yeah, your bitch keep on calling (Yeah, yeah)
 I let the phone ring
 Bitch get on my nerves, but damn, I like it when she twerk
 (Goddamn)
 I know she really want me (Yeah)
 but I don't like to hurt (Goddamn, goddamn)
 Keep that 40 on me 'cause niggas like to lurk
 Bitch, this is the mafia, you know we got that work (Mafia, oh)
 I've been getting all this paper doing stupid shit
 (Goddamn)
 All up in Louis with my bitch, we going ludicrous
 (Goddamn, goddamn)
 Yeah, I've done done a lot of shit that I won't do again (Won't do it)
 They thought I would grow up to be a fuckin' hooligan (Oh, oh)
 Stackin' it, flip it (Stackin' it, stackin' it)
 Run up them digits (Run up them digits)
 Them niggas rap about it, we really live it (No cap)
 I was really poor, ain't know I was gon' get it (Really poor)
 Now we at the Clear Port, me and my hitters
 Truckload, woah, woah, money don't fold (Oh, oh)
 All this rose gold froze, your bitch chose (Wrist on froze)
 Kick that door, niggas told, I stay low (Oh, oh)
 I fuck your ho, tip-toe, I gotta go (Young Jefe, holmes)
 I don't play no games, I let that scope aim
 Cartier frames, smokin' propane
 Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin' (Swish)
 Just like King James (Swish)
 Yeah, your bitch keep on calling
 I let the phone ring
 Bitch get on my nerves, but damn, I like it when she twerk
 I know she really want me, but I don't like to hurt
 Keep that 40 on me 'cause niggas like to lurk
 Bitch, this is the mafia, you know we got that work (Mafia, GG)
 

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Duration
03:39
Key
9
Tempo
140 BPM

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