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Three 6 Mafia I Ain T Cha Friend

again Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend I'll do your ass in Yeah, I ain't ya fuckin' friend You do your ass in nigga Three 6 Mafia comin' at your ass

You'll be fled I'll be glad When i make you hit that grass I ain't showin' no mercy God damn it i'm bustin' that ass I'm havin' cisions of flesh (??)

rapper down with bars Party sells 17's where I dwell Stale pastrys on my shelf I'm fellin' as if I'm in hell Yea soon I be bailed Pale well if it's swell

I don't smoke then I ain't smilin' I ain't eatin' I ain't sleepin' And I ain't fuckin' wit no broads If I ain't weeded Can't let 'em stress my mind

And you a pro so I know it wasn't the first time and it won't be the last nigga And aint't tryna to act like it wasn't all that when you be sick when

attitude If I don't smoke then I ain't smilin I ain't eatin I ain't sleepin And I ain't fuckin wit no broads If I ain't weeded Can't let em stress my