letra de mob with it - chris brown
[intro]
k-k-k-k-k-mac
[verse 1: chris brown]
b-tch, i’m in the buildin’, guarantee that it’s an emergency
stompin’ like a stampede, so i know you b-tches heard of me
i’m straight from virginia, but this ain’t common courtesy
f-ck your feelings, i take your feelings’ virginity
million dollars for a show, got a n-gga ballin’
i think my phone tapped ’cause my money steady callin’
every other day, i’m in and out the office
and my soup k!llin’ n-ggas, need a f-ckin’ coffin
i’m bossin’, if i gotta take it off, i’m a warrior
known for buyin’ big sh-t, call me notorious
k!ll that p-ssy, ain’t no secret, i’m victorious
with all these columbianas and eva longoria, haha
now i done made a million down in cancún
i keep sh-ttin’ on n-ggas, need a bathroom
i got my yacht in the water
if it’s sharks in the water
it don’t matter, i’m k!llin’ ’em with this harpoon
ha, these n-ggas, they ain’t my friends
they party with me, party with me
but at the same time, they tryna f-ck my b-tch
and i don’t care ’bout them f-ck n-ggas
never get on my high horse
ain’t ride out with these f-ck n-ggas
this life i got, i die for it
[chorus: chris brown & kevin mccal]
oh dawg, for this sh-t, man, i swear to god
all my n-ggas in the club, we about to mob
mob with it (mob with it)
mob with it (mob with it)
if you on the floor, n-gga, better have a mob
mob with it (mob with it)
mob with it (mob with it)
all of my n-ggas runnin’ deep, we a f-ckin’ mob
we mobbin’ (mobbin’)
we mobbin’ (mobbin’)
holla at us if you want that problem
[verse 2: kevin mccall]
first n-ggas was ballin’, now we slam dunkin’
arms out of school like i’m ridin’ in the bunky
that’s c breezy with it, he pushin’ my sh-t
we swapped them out, just like we do the b-tches
new to this, i hear they blowin’ money like a swisher
used to be on county, now my taxes six figures
said my d-ck conceited, can my head get any bigger?
then i told her to l!ck it and blow it, just like it’s a swisher
i’m that n-gga, i’m that f-ckin’ n-gga
is that your baby mama? she gon’ need a baby sitter
’cause once i get her, i’ma be all up in her
you f-ck with the tip, then i’ma eat her like she dinner
californication got a n-gga faded
i see why a p-ssy n-gga and the b-tch related
too sweet, soft n-gga, i’ma call you danish
i know you see this camera section, b-tch, a n-gga famous
girl, i better k!ll that p-ssy like a vet
not like veteran, but i mean veterinarian, i k!ll the cat
if you a paper chaser, i got them racks on top of racks
shake your money maker, i got a hunnid
k-k-k-k-k-mac
[chorus: chris brown & kevin mccal]
oh dawg, for this sh-t, man, i swear to god
all my n-ggas in the club, we about to mob
mob with it (mob with it)
mob with it (mob with it)
if you on the floor, n-gga, better have a mob
mob with it (mob with it)
mob with it (mob with it)
all of my n-ggas runnin’ deep, we a f-ckin’ mob
we mobbin’ (mobbin’)
we mobbin’ (mobbin’)
holla at us if you want that problem
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