Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia - What Cha Starin' At lyrics

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Yeah i see you pussy niggas (i see ya)

I see all yall pussy niggas (i see all you f**ken niggas)

Checken us out and shit(yeah)

Nigga always wanna hate on mutha f**ken nigga(always f**ken haten)

Cause a nigga got theses hoes (know what I'm talken about)I got em all

Got these five golds in my mouth(yeey know)

Im smoken that good weed

And i got plenty of mutha f**ken money(f**k nigga)





Whatcha starin at i aint mirror(whatcha lookin at)

Whatcha starin at i aint mirror(whatcha lookin at)

Whatcha starin at nigga watcha starin at(watcha starin at)

Whatcha starin at nigga watcha starin at(watcha starin at)



Project pata pistol packa skull craka

In the vip buying goose like a choppa

Green smoka purple cush blunt rolla

Always needen change I'm a big face folda

Dope holden 44 is enforcen

A punk tried me once left him headless like a horsemen(horsemen)

Watcha lookin at boy as I'm walkin by

in the club in my face bout to blow my high

pop the pill why you mugen and I'm grooven

unless you wanna die my nigga keep it movin

Cause we shoot first and ask questions later

Had your skull leaking like a busted tomater





Whatcha starin at i aint mirror(whatcha lookin at)

Whatcha starin at i aint mirror(whatcha lookin at)

Whatcha starin at nigga watcha starin at(watcha starin at)

Whatcha starin at nigga watcha starin at(watcha starin at)



Every body in my click we dra- a -ank

Every body in my click got ba -a -ank

Everybody in my click we ba -a -all

Gold teeth niggas comin strait from no -o -orth

Every day we hustlin just like rick ro -o -oss 

Every day we strugglin and every day we snu -u -ull

These niggas can't f**k my hood we de -e -eep

The last thing youll see is the bottom of my fe -e -eet



Now let my fame begin I'm born and breed up in the city of sin

The dirty dime know that memphis ten



where my niggas get doe stuffed it right up their nose

Take the cush break down sprinkle it sacred loads

Where the homies ride high with the bump (eveerp) back 

sometimes might ride with a body (eveerp) back

when we clinked in the club outside aint jokin

In the parkin lot our guns (eveerp) broken (broken)





Whatcha starin at i aint mirror(whatcha lookin at)

Whatcha starin at i aint mirror(whatcha lookin at)

Whatcha starin at nigga watcha starin at(watcha starin at)

Whatcha starin at nigga watcha starin at(watcha starin at)









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Language: English

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