beat you (chorus) Follow that nigga Follow that nigga Follow that nigga Bling bling bling Fuck this shit Follow that nigga Follow that nigga Follow that nigga
you (chorus) Follow that nigga Follow that nigga Follow that nigga Bling bling bling Fuck this shit Follow that nigga Follow that nigga Follow that nigga
a fuck nigga Get lower then a mug nigga, send something through ya jug nigga Runnin up ya street shootin, shit thats hittin ya dick Weebie and Three 6 nigga
Bout. These Niggas Aint Got No Game, A Lot These Niggas Just Talkin Loud. And I Know Im Not The Best Lookin Nigga, But I'm So Far From The Worst Lookin Nigga
of rain It's hard to maintain in this world so cold Fuck school, fuck sports Nigga I'd rather hustle I sell dope, smoke rope Fuck hoes, and spit flows
caught a fuckin' case (You cool dirrty?) Yeah I'm straight [Chorus] [Verse 2: Three 6 Mafia] Yeah...what!Now I ain't even worried bout you...haters Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 finna tear the motherfuckin club up Crucial Conflict, click I roll with Better get a bitch, war and straight gun up Gimme that money, ain't shit funny Fuckin
Conflict, click I roll with Better get a bitch, war and straight gun up Gimme that money, ain't shit funny Fuckin with a motherfuckin nigga from down south Nigga
bounce star Three 6 mafia and the franchise huuhh? We put a bitch on blast Dirty south we'll blast your ass [Chorus] [Buddie] Every nigga that fuck with me (test me), that
WE RUN THE WORLD.....YA DIIIIIG? [Bridge: JR Writer] This that get 'em sound This that get it down This that 2 step, wheel shaker, spin around This that
Three 6 Mafia) [Chorus] I neva ran from a motherfuckin hoe and neva will I neva wave a white flag in a boat and neva will I neva bow down to a fuckin
(feat. Three 6 Mafia) Boy, t's about to get real scurry up in here You got the original Break Da Law's up in here for you hoes Three 6 Mafia, Project
cause that Tire Shop track thumps [DJ Paul talkin'] Yeah this DJ Paul in this motherfucka wid my nigga Gangsta B and the Three 6 Mafia muhfucka [Hook
fuckin trunk While i hit the fuckin funk Now I'm goin crazy boy All i see is blood boy Shoot you in the fuckin arm Pop you in the fuckin leg Sit back
the red Three 6 Mafia got you scared All I want is profit man Can't you niggas comprehend Bitch I ain't your fuckin' friend Meet you niggas at the end
