Jealous Azz B*tc^h

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Three 6 Mafia - Rap, Crunk

Jealous Azz B*tc^h

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[Intro: DJ Paul] Jealous, jealous, jealous— Jealous-ass bitch, jealous-ass bitch Jea-jea-jealous-ass bitch Jealous-ass bitch [Chorus: Lil' Keke & DJ Paul] Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Jealous-ass bitch, let that steam out your collar, ho Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Jealous-ass bitch, let that steam out your collar, ho Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Jealous-ass bitch, let that steam out your collar, ho Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Jealous-ass bitch, let that steam out your collar, ho [Verse 1: DJ Paul] My killers and players We gotta hit the speaker up on a certain subject, though These niggas haters, so they talk shit 'bout us to our hoes They talk shit, tryna put salt in our pee and These niggas bein' some hatin' bitches, but not seein' We goin' after you enemies, anger is all in me Graspin' another clip, infared and feel these Cross-outs'll get tossed out on they bizzacks Slammed to the pavement (Huh), for a fizz (Jealous) Never really cool with me, hoes ya gotta put 'em up Backstabbers and downers hold ya down But bitch, I'm 'bout some come-ups, puttin' them guns up For ya lame, take no charges for ya, mane Toe to toe whit ya, ho, no problem mane We can swing, bang, bitch [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Well I be damned It's Scarecrow and Gotti, Carlito, Montana and Hoffa We choppin' off arms on these funky-ass bitches 'cause 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, they caught us up close Deceive 'em down here by the dark 'cause they think they some coners But in a lil' while you fuck niggas gon' 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 niggs in my clique, mane, we comin' real loca They stayin' real, blown on tha snow, always Coca Cola But not the kind in the can, the kind that we are interested in These niggas got faith in they strap like a crucifix, wantin' it made by the purest christian And niggas in Mafia-Land do not give a damn after you pity our brands We loaded up, better bring guns and the smoke and the snow, Calico fully load, check your collar [Chorus: Lil' Keke & DJ Paul] Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Jealous-ass bitch, let that steam out your collar, ho Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Jealous-ass bitch, let that steam out your collar, ho [Verse 3: Gangsta Boo] I'm known for gettin' money lendin' niggas pimp by the Boo They want me to smile but steady I frown, ain't nothin but gangster up in me, fool For what it's worth I'm takin' you bitches main niggas and dollars He's whinin', dinin' his lady so let that steam out your collar And face reality, you can't compare when it come to Mrs. Boo Can't be takin' 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 men So why you player hatin'? Ho, you need to dig what I peep You wonderin' why you ain't bail, 'cause 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 [Verse 4: Juicy J] Back when I was broke, didn't nobody wanna fuck with me Hangin' with my nigga D-Magic in his property Cypress Garden niggas with them triggers, slangin' none but fruit Makin' 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'ma get tha Gat Three years passed, then I finally got a fuckin' break Three 6 Mafia, Mystic Stylez, niggas start to hate 'Fore I started makin' cheese, sellin' tapes underground Players stay down, now they frown when I come around But I'm maintainin', still drankin', hatin' I can't destroy Every time I ride all I hear is, "fuck with ya, boy" [Chorus: Lil' Keke & DJ Paul] Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Jealous-ass bitch, let that steam out your collar, ho Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Jealous-ass bitch, let that steam out your collar, ho Draped up and dripped out Jealous-ass bitch, let that steam out your collar, ho Draped up and dripped out Jealous-ass bitch, let that stea—

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Credits

Writers
  • DJ Paul
  • Juicy J
  • Gangsta Boo
  • Lord Infamous