Jealous Azz B*tc^h - Three 6 Mafia

Jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous ass bitches!

Jealous ass bitches!

Jea, Jea, jealous ass bitches!

jealous ass bitches!

Draped up and dripped out, know what I’m talkin bout

Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!

My killas and playas

We gotta hit the speaker up on a certain subject tho

These niggas hatas so they talk shit bout us to our hoes

They talk shit tryna put salt in our peeing

These niggas being

Some hating bitches but not seein

We goin after you enemies

Anger is all in me

Graspin another clip

Infared and feel these

Cross outs

Or get tossed out

On that pizzacks

Slammed to the pavement

For a fizz (JEALOUS!)

Never really cool wit me

Hoes ya gotta put em up

Backstabbers and downers hold ya down but bitch im

Bout some commers

Puttin them guns up

For ya lame

Take no charges for ya man

Toe to toe witcha ho

No problem man we can swang bang Bitch!

Well I be damned

It’s Scarecrow and Gotti, Carlito, Montana and Hoffa

We choppin off foes on these funky ass bitches

Cuz they ain’t got shit else to offer, Baraka

I’m only 5'5″ so I love when they call me Lil' Papa

I can’t get opposed, the coffins are closed

Less evil down here by tha dock

Cuz they think they some conors

But in a lil while you fuck niggas gone be some blood donors

We ridin' through in the Elantra

With the grenade launcher

They dead on the corner we comin real loca

I tell ya the nigs in my click man we comin real loca

They stayin real blow on tha snow

Always Coca Cola… but not the kind in the can

The kind in the refrigerator or in the drink stand

These niggas got faith in they strap like a crucifix

Run on there knees by the purest christian

And niggas in mafia land do not give a damn

After you pity our brands

We dont have to been that great cuz its no smoking the

Calico fully load, check yo collar

A nova gettin money lendin niggas pimp by the Boo

They want me to smile but steady I frown

Ain’t nothin but gangsta up in me fool

For what its worth im takin you bitches main

Niggas and dollars he’s winin' n dinin' his lady

So let that steam out yo collar

And face reality

You can’t compare when it come to misses Boo

Can’t be taking no losses from none of you project ho bitches

I’m livin it up stayin down, tryna get what I can

From the 9−6 to 2G, I’m lovin money not man

So why you playa hatin

Ho you need to dig what I peep

You wonderin why you ain’t bail

Cuz you be fuckin for free

So since you hot you better let that steam up outta your collar

I’m gettin richer and richer I love the almighty dollar

Back when I was broke didn’t nobody wanna fuck wit me

Hangin' with my nigga D-Magic in his property

Cypress Garden niggas with them triggers

Slangin' nothin' but fruit

Making junkies flip into a zone like they on that screw

Those was my idols, Dan and J. said stick to rap

Cause if you die in that shit I’mma get tha gat

3 years passed and I finally got a fuckin' break

Three 6 Mafia, «Mystic Stylez», niggas start to hate

'fore I started makin' cheese, sellin tapes underground

Playas stay down, now they frown when I come around

But I’m maintaining still drankin' hatin' I can’t destroy

Every time I ride all I hear is «fuck witcha boy!»

Draped up and dripped out

Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho

Draped up and dripped out

Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!