"Mafia" lyrics

[Billy Blue:]
(Strong Arm)
Boy we be ballin like we hit the lotto
Stuntin' to your dad, nigga that's a motto
Got that Rozay dick, calling bit to swallow
Blow it all today, doing the same thing tomorrow

[Whyl Chyl:]
(Leggo)
Got a bitch pulling off in a shade
Blood getting money, so I gotta get paid
All these moves, and they gotta get made
Top get dropped, but the roof get raised
Clip get cleared, all that smoke in the air
Snakes in the grass get sprayed
Nigga I don't care, bitch can't go nowhere
Tomorrow my niggas get laid (woah)
All my niggas goin fade, all my niggas goin bring that pressure
All my niggas goin up that cake
Ain't shit changed, been so long
All my niggas still stuck in they waste
Few of my niggas locked back in they cave
And they got more in a couple more days
Get your shit correct, don't take well with no disrespect
Put a bitch in check, and every nigga who foul just goin get the tech
For the whole thang not catfall, but you gotta meet me with the rest
Whoever stand on they feet with me, that's who eating with me down the stretch
Deepthroat all the way down her neck, I ain't eat much got to kiss her fall
Hopped in her whip, start pushing buttons
Shit look like a new mixing board
You try this you get to engineer
Know how to do, we'll mix em for it
Jet life, me and Brisco meeting out with flo
And have a listen for it
Bottles on the way, all these bottles on the way
What can I say? All these bottles in a day
6 more want Rozay
I don't play (nah)
I would've thought you've heard
Blow it all off the Versace's blurst
Take your word, give you thoughts you serve
No words of friends, I'm sick with words
Give a smoke on, crank the bite put a chokehold on
This what made me throw a loft song
With the gold rollie, go rogue on
A lot of shit I'm not sure about
But I still try to have hope on
Still trying to keep my head clear
But my soul, I need to rub soap on
(Huh) Cause I live so wrong, I gotta repent
Blowin that strong, when I get in my whip
Got your bitch like damn, what you got in your den
Pulling my shirt, all my pants smell like money come follow my scent
Looking so smooth, making those moves
But whenever I move, bitches gotta make sense

[Billy Blue:]
Go ahead and pop that pussy, put it down ho
Go ahead and pop that pussy like a bad ho
I'ma let you ride, I'ma let you ride
I'ma let it slide, I'ma let it slide
Go ahead and pop that pussy, put it down ho
Go ahead and pop that pussy like a bad ho
I'ma let you ride, I'ma let you ride
I'ma let it slide, I'ma let it slide

[Brisco:]
Eating 2 pussies at the same time
Real niggas handle pressure, we be slanging ours
Getting money selling drugs, I ain't even lying
Strong Arm (Strong Arm), I'm a don ahead of my time
Out on the D's opa locka city is mine
I fell in love with my chopper at the age of 9
Mama told me when they hate, just show em love
And Daddy told me if they play, you better fuck em up
I'm in kahoots with mob figures and politicians
I'm having lunch at Barin G with bad bitches
Whyl Chyl you ready now? The hood respect ya
Pop that pussy for a goon Helfer
If you know better, you will do better
I'm worth a couple mil, fucking with flo
And I ain't gotta do another motherfucking show, Lord

[Billy Blue:]
Go ahead and pop that pussy, put it down ho
Go ahead and pop that pussy like a bad ho
I'ma let you ride, I'ma let you ride
I'ma let it slide, I'ma let it slide

Go ahead and pop that pussy, put it down ho
(Strong Arm)