Lyrics:
moving, mmm
Out in the woods
Or in the city
It's all the same to me
When I'm driving free
The world's my home
When I'm mobile
Hee, woo, beep-beep
(I've got a mobile phone)
I've got a mobile phone
I've got a mobile phone
Wherever I lay my phone that's my home
I've got a mobile phone
And they furnish me with tape
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile with
And they furnish me with tape
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile with
Music is my Mobile Phone
Music is my Mobile Phone
Music is my Mobile Phone
See the frequency that's reaching me and teaching me the tone
I get it I
pay
And my wine (?) and my shrimps sauteed
And I'm chillin' in LA with (?) for the day
Ain't that a bitch?
Foot up on the dash, ain't no brakes in
And furnish me with tape,
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis
Its its its wee wee motherfucker
mobile home rich
yea
uh huh
I get the bag go run it up
mobile home rich they aint fucking with us
city to city I'm
Yo Martin P Babylon is just a song
Dont follow me
hey yo
I'm in my stoner mobile I'm in my stonner mobile
Batman and Robin ain't got shit on me Hey
Boost Mobile
Two pots on stove trap house still local
Gettin' money, now I'm global
Pussy nigga I don't know you
Get money, I'll show you
Got
Em How We Get Crunk Up In The Club.
ono wine on
Chorus:
Shake that booty, turn it around
(shake that ting, turn it around)
Back that ass up, wine go
And furnish me with tape,
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With
On the city streets, I got the tunes in my pocket
I'll play the Chili Pepper so the public can rock
Excuse me mister, won't you hear my thought?
I
Yeah ya pretty, girl you know you pretty
You and ya girls dem all a y'all litty
Me and the shottas dem, we run the city
Wine, wine up on me while we off
might wake up to reality
There wasn't gonna be
Yeah
And all I could see was this horrific tragedy
In the silence of the city no mobile phones ring
In
(refrão)
Chama o pac no whats ei
Que ele ta lá no mobile ei
Vai te deixar forte, eu sei
Que tu quer mitar no muaway
Chama o pac no whats ei
Que ele
the whole city down.
Rum drinking, All day
Fast wining, All day
We go hard, nobody can dutty dutty like we
Hard wine, All day
Good time, All day
We out
to wine, (Girl)
Wait to wine
I can't wait to wine
Wait to wine
I can't wait to wine again (Aww girl)
So I'm back in the city (Back in the city)
Who said
Have a little chat after a while
But you did not write back
Not a glass of champagne, but a glass of wine
Not a Veuve but a Chateauneuf ninety nine
Not
Alabama nigga in the Bessemer City Limit
Alabama nigga in the Birmingham limits
Alabama nigga go to Mobile and get it
Headed back to Bessemer in
The cold December wind seems bent on rockin' New York City
The town that's got me down to my last dime
And everywhere I go, the people seem in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aiming out the park
Like I’m Sammy Sosa
Imma different breed
I’m a supernova
Age like wine
While I sip mimosa
Stretch my reach til I
She dutty wine when she dance on me
She dutty wine while she touch on me
She dutty wine while she rub on me
She dutty wine uh yeah uh
She dutty wine
Honey said she want somebody break her off proper
Man, she so relentless so nothing can stop her (woo)
Never left the city (come on, man) but she
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