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letra de mobcha$e - jimmy bce

[intro: jimmy bce]
yeah, ayy (yeah, ayy)
yeah (yeah)
ayy, ayy (ayy)

[chorus: jimmy bce]
i ain’t shootin’ by myself, do the mob chase, uh
n-ggas ain’t on sh-t when they pull up to the place
ayy, i don’t need my beam, i got this traffic light (ayy)
i don’t need my beam, i got this traffic light (uh)
i ain’t shootin’ by myself, do the mob chase, uh
n-ggas ain’t on sh-t when they pull up to the placeayy, i don’t need my beam, i got this traffic light (ayy)
i don’t need my beam, i got this traffic light (uh)

[verse 1: a.ronny]
new ap, this cost a f-ck (cost a f-ck, huh)
i just copped a pound, i smoke a ton (yuh!)
call the mob, i say, we throw the 4 on him
the same person, tote that a.r, ronny (yuh!)
my n-ggas wit’ me, and they actin’ reckless
i do a n-gga mitch, paid in full (full)
he caught a bod, he do not need a pat (like, word)
i hit em’ wit’ the blade, f-ck a strap (f-ck a strap)

[verse 2: jimmy bce]
all thе dogs, i got all the dogs
i might f-ck his face, no f-ckin’ drake (no drakе)
she gets meeky quick, i smoke this f-ckin’ s-x
‘ffender list, diddy to my d-ck, and i took 20 fl!cks

[chorus: jimmy bce]
i ain’t shootin’ by myself, do the mob chase, uh
n-ggas ain’t on sh-t when they pull up to the place
ayy, i don’t need my beam, i got this traffic light (ayy)
i don’t need my beam, i got this traffic light (uh)
i ain’t shootin’ by myself, do the mob chase, uh
n-ggas ain’t on sh-t when they pull up to the place
ayy, i don’t need my beam, i got this traffic light (ayy)
i don’t need my beam, i got this traffic light (uh)

[verse 3: a.ronny & jimmy bce]
f-ck n-ggas better watch they back, protect ya’ kids
prepare a list, cause i’m comin’ like a predator (yuh!)
bullets holes, i’m f-ckin’ hoes and make em’ leave
i pray you do not run into me (word)
gun cold, f-cked folks, dumb n-gga
i bet i’ll send you to ya’ godfather (uh!)
quick to talk sh-t, but won’t spin? wimp (wimp!)
kicks got pump, like my gun, kid (kid)

[verse 4: nifty b]
this that bread, i flex
dishes, yeah, they wet
this the industry i run, so i’ma earn respect
where the f-ck you goin’? i ain’t close to done
i just copped some crack cocaine, and snorted out her thumb
smokin’ on this gas, snoop dogg
your daughter love this song
yeah, she millie bobby, no brown
now i see where kenny came from (ha!)
chillin’ like a villain (huh?)
i’m on my vlone sh-t!
i’ma hit ya’ n-gga in his dome
i’m boutta box him, get him sn-tched (ayy!)
[chorus: jimmy bce]
i ain’t shootin’ by myself, do the mob chase, uh
n-ggas ain’t on sh-t when they pull up to the place
ayy, i don’t need my beam, i got this traffic light (ayy)
i don’t need my beam, i got this traffic light (uh)
i ain’t shootin’ by myself, do the mob chase, uh
n-ggas ain’t on sh-t when they pull up to the place
ayy, i don’t need my beam, i got this traffic light (ayy)
i don’t need my beam, i got this traffic light (uh)

- jimmy bce

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