
Keep My Name Out Yo Mouth Three 6 Mafia (Ft. Project Pat & Waka Flocka Flame)
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Keep My Name Out Yo Mouth Lyrics
Keep my name out yo mouth cause you dont kno what the fuck you talkin bout (sker)
(x4)
(Project Pat)
Need to stay up out of mine
Can a nigga breath
You said you saw me servin fiends
Can a nigga eat
Just cause you saw dem wagon wheels
Now im in the street
Dem bodies on the TV
So i shot the heat
Project Pat-ah all aobut a loaf of bread
About my pap-ah nigga i'll crack a head
But all that he say she say they cross heat spray all day or get your head blowed off
Keep my name out yo mouth cause you dont kno what the fuck you talkin bout (sker)
(x2)
Flocka(x14)
(Waka Flocka Flame)
Im posted in the trap with a Glock and a bomb of weed
He talkin bout homie(?) need you know it be tragedy
Casualty
I knock down on your faculty
Ive been thugged out since wild-a-beast
Ho nigga ain't no fam to me
Grown man ain't no child(?) to me
Brick Squad ink on my body
Got more charges like John Gotti
You Just rappin boy im physical
Flock, Billy West right in the cool (?)
Fuck wit him get critical
I dont steal swagg i create swagg
I've seen ten thousand dollars off nick bags
Flocka!
Keep my name out yo mouth cause you dont kno what the fuck you talkin bout (sker)
(x4)
(Project Pat)
Need to stay up out of mine
Can a nigga breath
You said you saw me servin fiends
Can a nigga eat
Just cause you saw dem wagon wheels
Now im in the street
Dem bodies on the TV
So i shot the heat
Project Pat-ah all aobut a loaf of bread
About my pap-ah nigga i'll crack a head
But all that he say she say they cross heat spray all day or get your head blowed off
Keep my name out yo mouth cause you dont kno what the fuck you talkin bout (sker)
(x2)
Flocka(x14)
(Waka Flocka Flame)
Im posted in the trap with a Glock and a bomb of weed
He talkin bout homie(?) need you know it be tragedy
Casualty
I knock down on your faculty
Ive been thugged out since wild-a-beast
Ho nigga ain't no fam to me
Grown man ain't no child(?) to me
Brick Squad ink on my body
Got more charges like John Gotti
You Just rappin boy im physical
Flock, Billy West right in the cool (?)
Fuck wit him get critical
I dont steal swagg i create swagg
I've seen ten thousand dollars off nick bags
Flocka!
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