Lyrics:
up a fork
And then eat of my plate
Eatin the lasagna that I made
Run with the tooly and run with the mob
Hang with yo mom and eat corn on the cob
We the mob
We like good fellas
He legend a don
That's wat the streets tell us
When it rain it storm
I got a umbrella
I'm trying win but keep losing I
Shawty do u wanna roll with me,
Walkin gotti, like we MOB ye ye
Flight to cali, u should fly with me,
Diamonds dancing on yo jewelry
(they dancing)
I
Boy you can't stop this
Boy you better watch it
I became ill since the day I dropped nauseous
Police trying to start shit
Tell 'em we the mob bitch
a thought
Ima walk this walk with god
But the flesh gone walk with mob
Keeping it tight like ties
Only run if we running the game
One wrong place I was
yeah I need a mob
Ion fuck wit gangsta bitches yeah I like em soft
I'm just tryna make it to the top like a fucking loft
Tryna be a top floor boss like
a problem
Diss the mob you get hit up
I go ghost to get my rank up
Banging treys i can't change up
When some go wrong they gone blame us
They trying to lock
gye sika
Na ohyew wc Ghana
Mennya duru aa mob3te
Fa wontoma b3bc mede3 ano
Odo s3 mahyia eee
Mekc dwuru aa m3 mane maame ahw3 abusuaa eee
Wasende me ne
Big Pockets, I'm boutta swerve the block wit'
And we mob like we all above the law
Bring me down, bring me down
Bring me down, bring me down
Bring me
i need me a friend, i just talk to my mirror
Mob, Mob Gang
Gogo
Go
Go, go, go
You already know this shit ain't nothing man
I was a rookie, i only fuck
to God on a Call he said "No way you is gon' Fail"
I remember old days
With the squad with the mob doing grown thangs we had no fear
Now I got the OJ
Got
the gang if you know coup shit
6mob in the cut everybody else is useless
My brother brought a bad bitch
I'm smoking sour I'm feelin kind of savage
Don't need
Tunechix Tunechix
Kestu cuisine, bah ayen de spécial
Pani repo menm jou dominikal
Pasé Lucia ou byen Dominica
C'est le Mood c'est le Mob
SB c'est le
Parle moi de cash, moins d'amour
Fonscar dans la BR Mob j'pensais qu'au Cash
J'fais plus de cash moins d'amour
Il m'faut plus de Biff et moins d'amour
G17, I was strapped with that muscle
So I had to get me a hustle
My trap like a bear then
You know it's gon tussle
Got her screaming the mob and I
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Yea
Yea, look
This that got it at the club
And I had it at the door
Try the mob then he dead
Better stick with what you know
In
The drover is an Australian icon
Sleeping in his swag rising at dawn
Walking the mob across wide open plain
Battling droughts and floods over rugged terrain
It's mob
Money only thing I'm banking
Fuck these bitch's
They trying to take all my blessings
Fuck these niggas
They trying to keep me in these
to God that these niggas don't go against us
Ain't the first time that these niggas went against us
Fuckin' with the mob, we responsible for the drillin's
team we slatt forever fam
y mob we trap taliban we run for baby gang
ylp we move so far we take dis pain we look insane
fuck 12 and fuck opps we never
on henny
allnight pour the lean errday pop a pill jus do or die
new prada new ice audemar patek im greedy all mine
we hang with ma mob ytt keep go we
I call my zoes like they from Haiti
I rock designer when I pop out and got bands but I'm not Katie
Mob Ties, Mob Ties, Mob Ties
He only outside with
Lie two Me that's the mob
Fuck it up that's the job
Haters scheme haters plot
But the move they can't stop
Ima playa ima don
Ima pro I'm the one
MOB!
I...
M...
O...
B...
Fresh out on bond, I went back to the streets
Got a pack and a scale tryna get me some G'z
MOB!
GWAUP!
Aye
Ayeeee
Fresh out
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