Lyrics:
took my service gone, uh
I got a mobile phone, uh
I'm trappin' home alone, uh
Nigga, I got a chrome
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp'
Pop
my postal code
This ain't a mobile home
Even when silent, you know I buzz
Mobile phone
Every bar I've ever planted's cold
That's a frozen globe
I'm
to work from anywhere you
Can work from home
And your incoming calls will be
Automatically answered and forwarded to
Your mobile device you can
Also set
could get in my big lunchbox
Like nuts, an' bolts, and all four shocks
But the big stuff we snuck out in my buddy's mobile home
Now, up to now my
get in my big lunchbox
Like nuts, an' bolts, and all four shocks
But the big stuff we snuck out in my buddy's mobile home.
Now, up to now my plan
or debit card
To bet on a large horse that’s three legged and coughs
You’ll go much further with the phone services
From MeloTel, we make your dough worth it
sleep it's worth it
But these bar's are a blessing and a curse it
Gets hard so I have to breath, cause I need
O2 like the mobile service
Done 2 years
lunchbox
Like nuts, an' bolts, and all four shocks
But the big stuff we snuck out in my buddy's mobile home.
Now, up to now my plan went all right
'Til we
a thick German accent
And, maybe someday we can own and operate
Our own mobile pet-grooming service"
I couldn't hold back my feelings
I gave her a look,
worried about insurance, secret service does all repairs
Treat her like an enemy, closer than any friend would be
Chamil like a mood rang, walls whiter than
les voit même plus
Ou on les voit trop tard
Des villes rétroviseur
La misère bien accrochée
Sur les façades en tôle
De mobile homes délabrés
Des mobile
hope you get the message
Before your T-Mobile lose service
And don’t log off AIM on purpose, you nervous
Ain't you, I'm ready to spank you
Discipline
lets wear each other's clothes
And speak in a Victorian accent
And, maybe someday we can own and operate
Our own mobile pet-grooming service"
I
the service
Covid free I be doing curb service
I shouldn't be battle you when I come home I'm fighting the streets
Up late in the Stu putting vibes on these
the lilies man how they grow up
Mobile homes get no mobile service
Moguls on moguls stack em like the clowns in a circus
Yea I arrange these tracks like I'm
Hooked up big connections on my mobile phone
At home, or maybe on my person
To clock big Gs, I'd be definitely certain
To live the lifestyle, the
Luxury,
Making lots of bad friends""
""Have you been running from your unpaid loans
A series of squares and cows and mobile homes
Your brother’s friend just moved
broke, couldn't afford a mobile phone
It was Dollar Tree for Christmas, that ain't what make a house a home
I ain't tryna go back to that but I been
believe me, these young men don't speak for me
Thank you for your service
Let's ride
Hamilton
Sir
Meet me inside
Meet him inside
Meet him
And the King coming back into the ring, looking to take it to Little Red. But here comes the Judge, and community service has been sentenced!
COMMENTATOR 1:
an Eskidance keeper get the weed cheaper
Quantum leaper the Tottenham high streeter
Eskibeat beater a star reader
Four times community service breacher
Back
Platform Information
Genre Matching
Service Filters
Information Filters
Producer Approval
Label management
Tools
Multiple Edition
Releases edition
Project ID
the mountains were my home
Even Al Capone, couldn't work alone
Gangster on my own, I won't call your phone
Keep mobile, there's no mile, that I haven't roamed
Cadaver"
The mobile warrior is back
Commence the drillin' and killin'
These villains illing and feeling
The robot wrath that I'm willing
I've reached
Discuss these Mobile Home Title Service Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In