Flizy Comin' (triple Bitch Mafia Pt. 2)

Playa Fly

Triple triple triple triple



Triple bitch mafia mafia mafia



Flizy Flizy Flizy Flizy Flizy



Fli Flizy comin gunnin three six runnin




Hangin low cheefin high time to make you bitches cry



Triple bitches talkin shit fuck you hoes are gonna die



Playaz comin harder won't bothered by yo pettiness



Break the law so super slaw boy you can't compare to this



Playaz on the scene for you green, jealous funky hoes



A fifth of tech will get respect, plus you hoes full of blow



Now the fuck you figga you'd be bigga cause you makin cheese



Half the shit you makin bitch, glorifyin Gangsta B.



Thinkin bout my nigga clout, Playa Fly's in the house



Fly so high funkytown, man you love to hear me shout



Nigga its official when I get'cha they gone miss you punk



Tie you to niggaz bump but busta you won't reach the trunk



Crunk from my bumb and blunt now my bodies numb



Give me one I got me one now busta you gone give me some



Just cause you crave, me so great times a stoppin ya



Proppin ya, droppin da triple bitch mafia




Chorus:



Triple bitch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia



Flizy, Flizy comin gunnin



Three six runnin



(Repeat 4x)




Man I wish you playaz would, do the shit you clam you could



Stillin, robbin, killin, mobbin, never in my fuckin hood



Busta come on face the fact, rollin three blunts and a sack



I hear you mention funkytown but never touch the funky pack



In others words, Gangsta Blac makes ya fuckin heart stop



Drop to ya fuckin guns, leave you reachin for ya glocks



Ain't no time for reason and thrown pieces in the air side



Call this matter life and death, man you walk a thin line



Crime on my mind yo its murder and I'm on them slopes