Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia - Hit A Muthafucker songtekst

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I bet you won't
 Hit a motherfucker  hit a motherfucker (Bitch)
 Hit a motherfucker  hit a motherfucker
 I bet you won't
 Push a motherfucker  push a motherfucker (Hoe)
 Push a motherfucker  push a motherfucker
 I bet you won't

 This ain't no game  we bring the pain
 So don't you niggas trip
 Fallin the club with all them thugs
 And five extra clips
 Deep alsways deep is how we come cause we ain't no joke
 So when you hoes talk all this shit
 We gonna cut ya throat
 And let you chuck right out the door, the Three 6 Mafia game
 Now I was pullin a fucking gun
 We out so throw them thangs
 Don't hit that white
 Any why the fuck act like you crazy man
 We know you niggas just some hoes
 You let our nuts hang

 (??)
 And let me crack you mind up
 Want to get you hypnotized cause you this scarecrow
 Keep a mystic type of business than we run
 You may not cap to the s's
 Cause we young, my time, my flex
 It's a futuristic and autistic mega plisto plex
 I rack up many shots cuase on my run colegri pop
 I make sure they get so wild, they bustin caps right on the spot
 All around the planet rock, the ghetto clocks don't stop
 My nigga gotta take a deep breathe
 A keep blowin till they drop

 (Chorus)x2

 (??)
 We ain't going to stop until some down people die up in the audience
 Word up, push them to the floor
 Put your foot in his guts so aple watch them fully trample
 Shoot a pistol in the air, make it so kit kiddy can't handle
 The crowd, the gotta ru rush before a few gonna get crushed
 Crush crush, we got it buck buck (The Three 6)
 And when the shows over I want to see (??) nothing but bodies
 On the floor and they got no Three 6 (Surprise)

 (??)
 I heard the streets that a nigga has said, something about that nigga
 I think his name was Cruchy Blac
 But I walk up to his house, I knocked upon his door
 When he came to the door, I hit him in the mouth
 And I knocked him on the floor
 Then I hit him and hit him somemore
 Then I told that fucking boy
 Shouldn't of ran his mouth about of the motherfucking prophet boys
 Cause the prophet boys be hypnotizing all of ya'll
 Ganna tear around your throat and drag you like you want

 (Chorus)x2

 (Gangsta Boo)
 Why to styling at my face
 Why you talks behind my back
 Hitting you hitting you down when I (??) to attack
 Never can't be fade
 Cause this lady roll with right click
 Now I'm talking shit
 Call me misses mobb bitch
 Smoking automos all you hoes boutin' my damn self
 Never hanging with you skanks
 Cause I'm bad for your health
 Playa haters out you stars pullin' cars bout' yourself
 We be stanking like some fart under sheets, hold your breathe

 (??)
 (...??...)
 See I call up then niggas operator tellin me they
 was stressed with you up on that house that I'm hell
 Looking out there
 See you telling always tell who freezy's always shells
 (...??...)
 How she really cares bout' her hair
 Here he thinks he stabbs around a hoe round'

 (Chorus)x2
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Taal: Engels

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