Who Gives A Where You From Featuring Three 6 Mafia Lil Wyte And Frayse lyrics

Who Gives A Where You From Featuring Three 6 Mafia Lil Wyte And Frayse lyrics

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Who Gives A Where You From Featuring Three 6 Mafia Lil Wyte And Frayse lyrics

Send "Who Gives A Where You From Featuring Three 6 Mafia Lil Wyte And Frayse" Ringtone to your Cell Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy Lil' Wyte, Chrome Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat DJ Paul the King of Memphis, cock 'em up Hypnotized minds, HCP, Hypnotized Camp Posse We finna do this for all you thievin' ass Wanna be us ass niggaz out there Stealin' motherfucker, take ya fake asses on nigga Keep it real baby, keep it original And make this money like we makin it nigga! Throw it down! Ain't never been a motherfuckin' bitch Hypnotized here just to get that grip Ya'll niggaz talk 'cuz ya talk like a bitch Ya'll niggaz walk 'cuz ya walk like a bitch Now ain't that some shit ya hatin' on this click You gon' make a nigga get up wit' cha bitch Split yo wig, oh, yes I did I told you, you don't want it with a Hard Hitta kid I done warned the glock, spot to spot, hit the locks Hit a nigga for his stash spot Took the rock, nigga was got that was the plot Dodge the cops, they labeled it another closing shop Open it up, for closin' it up, I don't give a fuck On a daily basis, I be postin' it up Smokin' it up, choppin' it to match it wit' dub Give us a club, six mane tearin' it up These niggaz misleaded, I'mma throw the first blow Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin' get cha merked ho Chop it yeah, I hope folk money what I work fo' Paul and Juicy sent me gotta put cha in the dirt bro' Comin' wit' the pistols is easy we can get you guys Frayser Boy Bizzle or Beezy it's the Hypnotize HCP them my folks weed got my eyes low If you know what I know, run that shit to my doe We back motherfucker we smack motherfuckers If you step in our way killaz attack motherfucker But ya'll know, ya'll done heard all that befo' Ya'll done seen the fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe You done seen the gauge pump 'bout to see a Chevy trunk Lights out next to the Mississippi River plumped up Tape hog tied wrong place, wrong time Hypnotized Minds, trick knocked ya up off ya grind, fossin' it bitch All my muhfuckers, you niggaz should already know I'm the truth and out the booth never been a ho Get yo ass flipped sideways, cut ya through the doe You ain't know, I'm a young rich gangsta nigga Never been one of them old type wanksta niggaz I'm a smart muhfucker, ask my mama who made me A lotta niggaz mad 'cuz they know they can't fade me I'm Chrome Carleone Paul and Juicy who pay me Well, it's ya boy Grandaddy call me Mr. Man Fuckin' all ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies See I could give a fuck about ya tossin' all ya tough talkin' You don't like me nigga hit me in my mouth Man, don't talk about it, be about it, get cha point across then Candy ass nigga boy you softer than cotton Fight me or squash it 'cuz I ain't bout the spit boxin' Hootin' and hollerin' like a cheerleader squadron You can't be like me slangin' D 'cuz I'm hurtin ya No competition with the Juice 'cuz its curtains It ain't nothin' shakin' but some pimps in this bizitch Thats why you muggin' and yo face lookin pizzissed Stay bflippin' cars ballin' out like to shizine You stay askin' questions how the hell them niggaz do that We smoke the best of dro' while she down wit' some Jack-Jack My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side They locked me up just like 2 Pac and I went platinum Laid it down for a calendar, now I'm right back at them Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam Niggaz rob kill steal for the ghetty green U.S. Marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead Wanna see me in a pine box, bullet in my head I'm was like, "I ain't did shit why you hatin' this?" Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to this I been doin' this too long to still be strugglin' livin' like this Fuckin' off with major labels slayed me like a bitch And these got cheese and ride on Rolls it mean hoes But still on the road doin' free shows Tryna get a few spins in a few spots I growed up back in the day, I wouldn't use my glock I hear a lotta corny shit on the radio That's because they record company wouldn't spend dough Yeah, my label got a hook up wit MTV But they just keep forgettin' to tell 'em 'bout me They try to play like it's love and its family But all my marketing dollars goin' to **** Tear Da Club Up was the first Crunk fight song I made that in 92 a lil' not long That it took 10 million sold and we still ain't on That's why Three 6 is the Most Known Unknowns Send " Who Gives A Where You From Featuring Three 6 Mafia Lil Wyte And Frayse" Ringtone to your Cell Who Gives A Where You From Featuring Three 6 Mafia Lil Wyte And Frayse lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Who Gives A Where You From Featuring Three 6 Mafia Lil Wyte And Frayse lyrics @ ELyrics | Who Gives A Where You From Featuring Three 6 Mafia Lil Wyte And Frayse lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Who Gives A Where You From Featuring Three 6 Mafia Lil Wyte And Frayse lyrics @ Songlyrics | Who Gives A Where You From Featuring Three 6 Mafia Lil Wyte And Frayse lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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