Tooken
Mobb G
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Wohh Yeah Uh Uh Uh Ever since I touch that cup and picked it up I been going mad I ain't tripping over shit Getting so much bread I can't even count no more I need some super head I got a bitch that's super dumb but I love her head I'm like bitch stop calling my phone when you on them meds I'm paranoid I keep them guns all around my bed My mama said I need some help I told her I'm too blessed I'm on ah four wheeler whippin' doing what I said I'm giving ah tour Spending blocks Showing where my opps dead I got the re-up money More weed plants on the way I'm bout to distribute to the streets And get them high again The feds can't never stop my heat I'm the fireman Got bodies on top of bodies Bitch do you understand I be up in the trap whipping with my left hand I got them hittas on my team You got them missing mans I may just take one for team To the head Moonwalking to the bank I got a lotta bandz Ion f*ck with f*ck niggas Ion like friends I know these bitches they don't love me They just want the fame I be on my pimp shit Call me Rick James I bleed that M.O.B fa life That's my damn gang How you all about a dollar? But cry when ya girl got train'd These broke niggas dirty draws They just shit stains You not welcome to my hood We'll take yo two chains Getcha life tooken Getcha hoe tooken Getcha money tooken Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah We pull up in hoodies Like Ace Boogie Like somebody booked me Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Getcha life tooken Getcha hoe tooken Getcha money tooken Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah We pull up in hoodies Like Ace Boogie These niggas sweeter than grandma cookies I see through all these pussy nigga's They just playing rookie They fold under pressure That's why they get foul for looking Class in session Time to teach you about finessing Me I'ma mechanic I'm the maintenance man I can make ya check go dancing Uh I could turn into some gymnastics Hold up Let me tell you something This shit cost bout like six hunnit Hold up You bout three hunnit Gimme bout like two-fifty His gas tank on E and I got like twenty eight grams wit me Plants in my crib nigga Grass in my trap nigga All I know is I could never run out I got plenty Give dat nigga what he think he got Is a good deal Little do he know I just cheated him that's fo' real Yeah Nigga put dat shit in the microwave Made it look like it's a lot It make the weed look fatter But he don't understand the plot That's how you get ah stupid nigga That never been on the block That's a half ah ounce And he thought he got a whole ounce Me I'm having dreams about two woman at the same time That's a minajatwa I'm tryna see my fucking bed bounce One bitch on the bed wit her legs open wide Getting head from the girl That I'm hitting from the back Yeah Ass jiggling I'm tryna see that ass clap She a very freaky girl Shoutout Project Pat Man shoutout to her mama That gave her all of that She got dat super strong neck Like a very tall giraffe Getcha life tooken Getcha hoe tooken Getcha money tooken Yeah Yeah Yeah Getcha life tooken Getcha hoe tooken Getcha money tooken Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
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