Three 6 Mafia - f** Dat sh** lyrics

(chorus) f** that sh** f** that sh** f** that sh** f** that sh** f** that sh** (juicy j) f** that sh** f** that sh** Slap a punk b**h Slap a punk b**h And raise hell like a mother Make you call the punks And when your finish other punks I'm a cut your throat Just a fun n***a mayn don't be playin it And let a n***a know your real and ain't barn sh** Cause with that bullsh** front you'll be called a chump I saw you smokin on a blunt bragin bout your trunk So what you got pop pop n***a bring it on 22 38 tech nine a tone So when you shoot your little, shoot your better, shoot to k** Cause i'm a blow your punk a** to the grave (chorus) (juicy j) When i trip it up I just say f** the sh** f** police f** the feds f** all of it Cause i don't really care who stepped in my path Cause i'm a chatch you off guard drop it up your a** Take your money and your dope and your car keys That's how a n***a has to live when he's under siege You got problems with the juice don't be actin strange Why even talk behind by my back take care of your bussines mayn Cause when you cum i'm a cum like a nut cum And make you think to yourself should i fight or run If you keep stealin mine i'm a keep stealin And keep my name out your mouth and put my dick in it f** that sh** (chorus)