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Mafia
2,107
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mafia was released on October 12, 2018 by 300 Entertainment as a part of the album Fully Loaded
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Release DateOctober 12, 2018
Label300 Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shy Glizzy
Shy Glizzy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher vincewuan Johnson
Christopher vincewuan Johnson
Songwriter
John Antonio Carrington Jr
John Antonio Carrington Jr
Songwriter
Marquis King
Marquis King
Songwriter
Michael McWhite
Michael McWhite
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DoughMan
DoughMan
Producer
Mike Mixer
Mike Mixer
Producer
Trauma Tone
Trauma Tone
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Young Jefe, homes
Bitch, this is the mafia
[Verse 2]
I don't play no games
I let that scope aim
Cartier frames
Smokin' propane
Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin'
Dressed like King James
Yeah, your bitch keep on calling
I let the phone ring
[Verse 3]
Bitch gettin' on my nerve
But damn I like it when she twerk
I know she really want me
But I don't like to hurt
Keep that .40 on me
'Cause **** like to lurk
Bitch, this is the mafia
You know we got that work
[Verse 4]
I'm in LA with a quarter mil on me
My **** for big money, they can't wait to kill somethin'
It's been some time since I've been stuntin' on you dummies
Bitch, quit all that lyin', know how a real **** comin'
Gucci flip-flops, I'm posted in the jungle
Draco make you hopscotch, boy, don't act funny
I play with big blocks, this ain't rap money
The Rollie, it ain't tick-tock, that's word to my mommy
[Verse 5]
They killed my brother, that shit turned me to a demon
I put that chopper to my gut and I don't see shit
You ever seen some brains splatter, you can't believe that shit
Your own right-hand man ratted, you can't believe that shit
I bought a mansion now, my mans feel like I'm leavin' them
We all came from the same shit but I had leadership
If he ain't tryna row the boat then he gon' sink the ship
Whole hundred come off the boat, I really seen that shit
[Verse 6]
I don't play no games
I let that scope aim
Cartier frames
Smokin' propane
Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin'
Dressed like King James
Yeah, your bitch keep on calling
I let the phone ring
[Verse 7]
Bitch gettin' on my nerve
But damn I like it when she twerk
I know she really want me
But I don't like to hurt
Keep that .40 on me
'Cause **** like to lurk
Bitch, this is mafia
You know we got that work
[Verse 8]
Ah, I been gettin' all this paper doin' stupid shit
All up in Louis with my bitch, we goin' Ludacris
Yeah, I done a lot of shit that I won't do again
They thought I would grow up to be a fucking hooligan
Stackin', flippin', yeah, yeah
Runnin' them digits (Runnin' them digits)
Them **** rap about it
We really live it (No cap)
[Verse 9]
I was really poor, I knew I was gonna get it
Now we at the Clear Port, me and my hitters
Truckload, woah, woah, money don't fold
All this rose gold froze, your bitch chose
Get that dough, **** told, I stay low
I fuck your hoe, tip-toe, I gotta go (Young Jefe, homes)
[Verse 10]
I don't play no games
I let that scope aim
Cartier frames
Smokin' propane
Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin'
Dressed like King James
Yeah, your bitch keep on calling
I let the phone ring
[Verse 11]
Bitch gettin' on my nerve
But damn I like it when she twerk
I know she really want me
But I don't like to hurt
Keep that .40 on me
'Cause **** like to lurk
Bitch, this is mafia
You know we got that work
Written by: Marquis Amonte King
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