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letra de mob - babyface ray

mob lyrics
[intro]
you know what i’m sayin’, baby? (okay, kmoney)
we vibin’ and sh-t, man
don’t get it f-cked up though
could never be that
could never be that, man
yeah
ayy

[verse 1]
i don’t want you, i just wanna f-ck you (yeah), let your n-gga love you
you on me ’cause i’m gettin’ money, that’s all you gettin’ from me (that’s all)
she just wanna rock your chain just because your pendant flooded
pray to god i make it off this sh-t ’cause all my n-ggas hustle (i got to)
n-ggas sending shots, but they don’t never come direct (never)
i’m in the rafs without the laces, but it’s shoestrings on my tec
i keep that styro’ on my right, but i spent blue cheese on my left
a hundred grams, it’s fresh off the press, it’s two g’s on my belt (yeah)
i’m exhausted, i’m fresh off the road, man, groupies give me s-x (come on)
i’m a boss, don’t let ’em lie, they might confuse me with the help (they might)
man, i’m cut from a different cloth
yeah, i be drippin’ sauce (yeah)
i might have to sit and map it out because these n-ggas lost
advise you not to p-ss me off
one call and i can get you chalked (h-llo?)
do it on my own ’cause n-ggas snitchin’, that’s what get you caught
i had a talk with god, gave me the torch and i’ma never change
i had a talk with bro like, “what’s a profit?” we press everything
[chorus]
money over b-tches
mo-mo-money over b-tches, yeah
money over b-tches
mo-mo-money over b-tches, yeah
ha, ayy
money over b-tches
mo-mo-money over b-tches, yeah
money over b-tches
mo-mo-money over b-tches, yeah
ayy

[verse 2]
got a n-gga, b-tch, why would i trust you? (yeah)
drive me to kentucky (phew)
turn you up, you might get lucky (you might)
let her rock the buffies
don’t hate the player, hate the game, woah, i learned that from my uncle
f-ck the rappin’, ‘fore we had it poppin’, had the traps, was jumpin’
gotta get it, they won’t feed you
gotti, tell ’em, “free you” (my n-gga)
you the only one that seen it
we still here, no, i can’t leave you (know that)
like my wrist patrón plat’, catch me stuntin’ out a beamer
they show love across the map, but just know this sh-t get evil
i got dollars on up, tote ’em like they legal (yeah)
f-ck her like she mine
hear a car, get in them blinds (i’m gone)
thuggin’ in disguise
i thank god i beat the odds (on god)
stand on business, press the line
give it all up to siobhan
doin’ donuts in the maz, donuts on the mob
it get hot, they switch up sides
it go up, then who gon’ ride?
screaming, “we the mob, free the mob,” that’s on everything (free the mob)
lil’ cuz clean him up for a dime, waves on every chain
[chorus]
money over b-tches
mo-mo-money over b-tches, yeah
money over b-tches
mo-mo-money over b-tches, yeah
ha, ayy
money over b-tches
mo-mo-money over b-tches, yeah
money over b-tches
mo-mo-money over b-tches, yeah
ayy

- babyface ray

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