Three 6 Mafia lyrics
Three 6 Mafia lyrics
"Nine To Yo Dome lyrics"
Come On Now Inside lyrics
by: Izzy Stradlin' Look outside I think the sun has come back Look outside I think it's come again It's wet and cold I wish the sun would come back It's wet and cold I wish it would come again It's twenty below the ground outside is frozen It's twenty below Said old man winte
by: Izzy Stradlin' Look outside I think the sun has come back Look outside I think it's come again It's wet and cold I wish the sun would come back It's wet and cold I wish it would come again It's twenty below the ground outside is frozen It's twenty below Said old man winte
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your dome hoe
Nine to your dome hoe
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
[Chorus]
Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
West End girls Sometimes you're better off dead There's gun in your hand and it's pointing at your head You think you're mad, too unstable Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables In a restaurant in a West End town Call the police, there's a madman around Running down underground to a dive bar In
Memphis niggaz, nigga and we killas who gon run the floor
One of you hoes step
One of you hoes gonna die bitch
Aint no thang
Civil and plain bang
In your eye bitch
Tricky type ass niggaz
Always wanna flex they nuts
But they gonna get fucked
With this nine
Stuck up they butt
Unload this whole damn clip up in your ass hoe
Naw, its to late to squash the shit
I'm gonna blast hoe
Fuck the five O
And the motherfuckin jumpin grass
Searching a real nigga in his draws
Like they ass a fag
Get yo god damn hands of a real one
Ju
Starbucks lyrics
She's over it, she cannot take no more yeah Don't wanna quit but that's a pretty nice door yeah I got a bed, it really cost a fortune I go away and it's too big without you You've got it good, you know how good we've got it You've got it bad, you know how bad we've got it I wouldn't swap it for a job
st before I make you feel the bullets from my steal some She's over it, she cannot take no more yeah Don't wanna quit but that's a pretty nice door yeah I got a bed, it really cost a fortune I go away and it's too big without you You've got it good, you know how good we've got it You've got it bad, you know how bad we've got it I wouldn't swap it for a job
Big ass cop think I'm playin
But I'm from tha hood
North Memphis hoe
Yeah rank it bitch Hollywood
Ready and prepared
That's the exit que to
With my tone
Whatcha gonna do
When my nine crones at your dome
Bitches
[Chorus]
Nine motherfuckin millimeter
Aint no tradin hoe
This some real shit
Street shit
Lettin sucker know
If yo ass step
Go head make me pull the triger
Fuckin with me dawg
You gonna make me catch a charge nigga
Figga out a way
With these holla points (?) tips
Slip, trip, cock b
3 Speed lyrics
Got a 3 speed and banana seat Sitting back on the sissy bar Went to Sev and got a drink Wish I was driving in Daddy's car And I looked up at the sky last night And I thought I saw a bomb And why won't you just tell me what's going on Riding down on Springhill Road Meeting Alfred out in the woods Dog
ack, quickGot a 3 speed and banana seat Sitting back on the sissy bar Went to Sev and got a drink Wish I was driving in Daddy's car And I looked up at the sky last night And I thought I saw a bomb And why won't you just tell me what's going on Riding down on Springhill Road Meeting Alfred out in the woods Dog
Then I shoot a bitch
Aint no damn fuckin around
13 rounds at your head
Aim point blank
At your face
Makin sure your dead
Headed to my motherfuckn ride
Dichin evidence
Mask on, lotces on
Headed to my residence
Consequences
They accur when you talkin smack
Thinkin you the big man
But you betta watch your back
Rat tat tat tat
With the sound of the tech nine
Take this trick bitch ass nigga tryin to take mine
(Oh naw man I aint gonna take yours)
(Aint nothing like that dog you know what I'm sayin)
Nine to yo fuckin dome bitch
[Chorus - Till fade]