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lirik lagu junior m a f i a - back stabbers

smile in your face, yeah back stabbers

they smile in your face
all the time they wanna take your place
the back stabbers
(back stabbers)

the buda got my brain seein’ my own my blood stains
dental records checkin’ my remains, it’s hard to explain
first i see ’em then i don’t, they disappear
first she tried to slit my throat, now she ain’t there

i’m seein’ b-tches in the mirrors behind me
but when i turn around, they hard to find
a little bit of weed and a little bit of greed
make a b-tch wanna choke me till i bleed

now watch a b-tch breathe from dum-dums
that some young b-m had to bust just for wreck
earn some self-respect, now should i tote a fo’ pound
’cause a clown wants my autograph
broken off that hash i think he wants my cash

the lexus and rings, give a s-x simple and plain
but these b-tches is mad an’ they n-gg-s is bad
so they scheme on a cream, you know
f-ck the hoes, b-tches is detrimental, the guns is essential

they smile in your face
all the time they wanna take your place
the back stabbers
(back stabbers)

i’m havin’ re-occurin’ dreams b-tches they want my cream
they wanna be lieutenant so it seems, i can’t sleep
i see an image that keeps movin’ round and round my bed
the shadow stops, points a glock to my f-ckin’ head

i grab my pillow, crack the back window
pull out the tre-8, bust three times at the gate
lord have mercy, the devil tryin’ to curse me
i keeps seein’ sh-t that wasn’t there in the first

see b-tches be livin’ mad fad they f-ck my man
steal out my crib, then come an’ try an’ shake my hand
yeah, man, breakin’ you down one time
i packs that sh-t for your -ss, chronic for your mind

i keeps it real on all you b-tches, i wish you keep your mind
off my motherf-ckin’ riches
b-tches, i’m tired of all you hos beggin’ me for clothes
bank rolls is all i knows, that sh-t is dead chicken-head

they smile in your face
all the time they wanna take your place
the back stabbers
(back stabbers)

the mornin’s finally here, d-mn, what should i wear?
time to get dressed and do my hair, once again it’s on
somebody’s knockin’ at my door, but when i walk across the floor
just hope it up, the motherf-cker’s gone

i’m hearin’ voices in the back of my mind
better grab my 2, ’cause this fool might get outta line
i guess it’s time to test this bullet-proof dress
from puttin’ holes up in my chest

i’m lookin’ through the peep-hole to recognise the face
i see three b-tches and still i got to play it safe
i hope my dress come in handy but when i open the door
three little girls sellin’ candy, ya see b-tches is jealous

of little kim because my click is thicker than the rest of them
all i wanna do is be rich and stay that b-tch
clock dough on the law, you know

they smile in your face
all the time they wanna take your place
the back stabbers
(back stabbers)

- lirik lagu junior m a f i a

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