Barrin’ You Bitches Three 6 Mafia
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[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards, stick them bitches for riches
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
My nigga, silent night, deadly night
That's when I start creepin' like a hitman
Scope my man, then I toss the dynamite
Bitches yall ain't got the guns
Bitches yall ain't got the funds
Fuckin' around with Three to Six, I'll make you niggas duck and run
Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin'
I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys
Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks
Straight ho nigga, flat, broke, nigga
Make his eyes close, I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
I say we marchin' and steppin', plenty weapons we packin'
Why you haters be lackin' always dissin' with rappin'
How you bumpin' our shit, then you turn around an you diss?
You wouldn't want to step, we been in this shit you rookie bitch
Let me see who it be, shh pysch boy
I ain't sayin' your name, you know who you are Lil' Boy
In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races
People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus you Satan
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm stayin' crunk, I'm plenty drunk, I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards, stick them bitches for riches
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
My nigga, silent night, deadly night
That's when I start creepin' like a hitman
Scope my man, then I toss the dynamite
Bitches yall ain't got the guns
Bitches yall ain't got the funds
Fuckin' around with Three to Six, I'll make you niggas duck and run
Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin'
I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys
Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks
Straight ho nigga, flat, broke, nigga
Make his eyes close, I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
I say we marchin' and steppin', plenty weapons we packin'
Why you haters be lackin' always dissin' with rappin'
How you bumpin' our shit, then you turn around an you diss?
You wouldn't want to step, we been in this shit you rookie bitch
Let me see who it be, shh pysch boy
I ain't sayin' your name, you know who you are Lil' Boy
In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races
People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus you Satan
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