God Bless the Mafia lyrics

[Intro]
(Meech)
Yeah, ayy

[Verse]
This b*tch wanna f*ck me and bro (Oowee)
She a freak, so I hit it on the floor (Like a dog)
Bust a nut, asked the b*tch, "What I owe?" (What I owe you?)
She like Gucci, so I swiped her some clothes
I ain't stingy, paid for nails and them toes (I get 'em both)
What you want, some champagne, you like Rose?
Brought out my ice kit from Gary, b*tch, I'm froze (Bling)
Everything I got on cost a roll, b*tch
I talk that sh*t 'cause I live that ('Cause I live that)
She in love with backshots, get her weave snatched (Ayy, ayy)
Nuker send a few shots where your wig at (Bow, bow, bow)
Run up in a n*gga brib where he live at (His house)
Make a n*gga spend a roll to get his kids back (Everything)
Get a n*gga wrapped up, that sh*t's real whack (sh*t's real)
Bet the jackboys'll tell you what it is, Jack (They'll tell you)
Bet these bad hoes'll tell you where the real at (let 'em know)
This big yop stick'll show a n*gga true feelings (Yeah)
I think I got robbed 'cause the roof missing (I can't find it)
Baby, throw it back a lil', b*tch, you too in it (Doin' too much)
She said she can't help herself, I'm just too different
8 a.m., I be ridin' past the soup kitchen (Workin')
b*tch pus*y get wet when the blues in it
I put on a diving suit, jumped smooth in it (Jumped smooth in it)
Gave the b*tch five hundred, blew her two kisses (Mwah, mwah)
Text my n*gga out in Cali, tell him mail that (Ayy, send it)
I can talk about that— 'cause I sell that (Yeah)
Rollin' this Gelato, b*tch, you smell that? (You smell that sh*t?)
You gon' feel like you the one when you inhale that (Why?)
Eightball was in the hole, he got his sale snatched (Free my n*ggas)
I just got my soul snatched in the Hellcat (Haha)
Jeans cost a pair of Loubs, Loubs cost an oldie (Woo)
Oldie cost a new school with some Ruccis on it (Skrrt)
b*tch say I'm him-him and put the coochie on it (Let's get it)
Feelin' like I'm B.I.G., but ain't no COOGI on me (Ayy, baby)
I be feelin' like a group, all these groupies on me (Haha)
Handyman, handyman, got the toolie on me
Ayy, I talk that sh*t 'cause I live that ('Cause I live that)
I'm tryna put my di*k where her ribs at (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I got her baggin' up the work where her kids at
I don't put it in a wrap if I ain't did that (Nah)
pus*y
[Intro]
Ayy, God bless the mafia, n*gga
God bless the mafia, b*tch
We can do a lot for you
(Meech, Meech, what it look like?)