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letra de i do it for the mob - bukshot

[pre-chorus: king]
every morning that i wake up i hit my knees and pray (aye)
gotta thank the lord for letting me see another day (aye)
bill gates money i ain’t even got a job
they ask me what i do it for, i do it for the mob (aye)

[chorus: a. lee and king]
i do it for the mob
yeah that’s where i shine (aye)
i do it for the mob
yeah that’s where i grind (aye)
i do it for the mob
that money on my mind every hour, every minute, every second, all the time (aye)
i do it for the mob

[verse 1: bukshot]
why the f-ck you think i do this
all thеse years, buk’s still dropping new sh-t
i still hеar ’em say “how the f-ck does he do it?”
i hustle every day, still nothing ain’t new b-tch
i’m still the same, just a few new tricks
still in the game and making dope music
ain’t nothing change, how i live bought some new kicks
ain’t nothing change, but the crib and some new whips
i do it for the money, i do it for the game, i do it for my fans who be holding down my name
i do it for my kids, f-ck what anybody say
cause it’s all about your kids at the end of the day
i do it for the ville, yeah i do it for the k
yeah i catch a little hate but i still love my state
i do it for my family, i do it for my squad
i do it for the scum, i do it for the mob
[pre-chorus: king]
every morning that i wake up i hit my knees and pray (aye)
gotta thank the lord for letting me see another day (aye)
bill gates money i ain’t even got a job
they ask me what i do it for, i do it for the mob (aye)

[verse 2: a. lee]
every morning that i wake up (yeah) your baby mama wake up (yeah)
and make up my bacon and eggs, after i eat, i get ate up (haha)
don’t be mad at me n-gga you gots to get your weight up (come on)
and i love my haters, don’t stop, keep your hate (keep it up)
my money, my money it’s still way up (ugh)
i smoke another pound and i’m still k’d up (ugh)
yeah it’s going down (yeah), my bills paid up (come on)
keep talking disrespect it, get your will sprayed up (that’s right)
i do it for the hustler out here trying to get his cake (that’s hard)
i do it for that struggling mother trying to make a wage (yeah)
i do it for my granny to get her peach in every day (yeah)
human needs and pray for me without that weight and feel weighed (that’s right)
so i do it like scarface i want the world and more (yeah)
keep hustling keep grinding, yeah the world is yours (world is yours)
got mj money, i ain’t even got a job
they ask me what i do it for i say “i do it for the mob”
[pre-chorus: king]
every morning that i wake up i hit my knees and pray (aye)
gotta thank the lord for letting me see another day (aye)
bill gates money i ain’t even got a job
they ask me what i do it for, i do it for the mob (aye)

[verse 3: hostile]
i want that cadillac dripping just beating that motherf-cking truck all to h-ll
go and fill it with some tail
go and hit me with the mail
watch that mothaf-cking box just run right to it
yeah you know that’s why i do it
if i’m sitting in yo baby mamas strip club ripped up
throwing up them dollars like a muf-cking stick up
she gon’ come right over and i’ll probably get my d-ck rubbed
back up off b-tch, here’s a hundred, show your kids love
and anybody out there wanna know what the bi’ness is
don’t ever start sh-t that you know you can’t finish b-tch
do it for yourself, have a little bit of pride
if you ain’t doing sh-t why don’t you go ahead and die
and quit sucking all the life out a player tryna make it
i ain’t bought to ask for sh-t, i just go right out and take it
and i do this for my fam, my blood or my water
i am the spoon, i’m the soda so i come back even harder
[pre-chorus: king]
every morning that i wake up i hit my knees and pray (aye)
gotta thank the lord for letting me see another day (aye)
bill gates money i ain’t even got a job
they ask me what i do it for, i do it for the mob (aye)

- bukshot

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