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Paroles: Three 6 Mafia. Underground, Vol. 2: Club Memphis Underground. Fuck Dat Shit.

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Slap a punk bitch
Slap a punk bitch

And raise hell like a mother
Make you call the punks
And when your finish other punks
I'm a cut your throat

Just a fun nigga mayn don't be playin' it
And let a nigga know your real and ain't barn shit
'Cause with that bullshit front you'll be called a chump
I saw you smokin' on a blunt bragin' bout your trunk

So what you got pop pop nigga bring it on
22 38 tech nine a tone
So when you shoot your little, shoot your better, shoot to kill
'Cause I'm a blow your punk ass to the grave

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When I trip it up
I just say fuck the shit
Fuck police
Fuck the feds
Fuck all of it

'Cause I don't really care who stepped in my path
'Cause I'm a chatch you off guard drop it up your ass
Take your money and your dope and your car keys
That's how a nigga has to live when he's under siege

You got problems with the Juice don't be actin' strange
Why even talk behind by my back take care of your business mayn
'Cause when you cum I'm a cum like a nut cum
And make you think to yourself should I fight or run
If you keep stealin' mine I'm a keep stealin'
And keep my name out your mouth and put my dick in it
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