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letra de mob life - trdee

[intro]
when i see that— (jxckk just want a drink), phew
when i see that boy, he done for (he through)
took a couple l’s, but i’m good, though (we good)
i ain’t stoppin’ until everybody good too
it’s really about who you know, man, i can plug you
she like, “why you always talking sh-t?” boo, it’s a habit (my bad)
had to leave that b-tch alone, she too dramatic
feel like rickey smiley, up tryna catch a package
do this sh-t so often, i ain’t even gotta practice
you know i be active
i know you a hater, swear that sh-t so lame
my b-tch got a strap, sh-t, i feel like fredo bang
told the coach i got it, may just put me in the game
my fit cost a lot, i’m mad as f-ck i got a stain
ballin’ like an mvp, sh-ttin’, i got diarrhea
i ain’t have to punch it, i got cheese on me just like a pizza
ain’t еven reached my final form, sh-t, i feel likе frieza
streets cold as h-ll, i can’t believe you left without your heater (how you do that?)
i believe if i can do it, you can do it too
why doggy talkin’ so crazy like he bulletproof? (why?)
you gon’ wish i would’ve lied if you knew the truth
zaza only in my ‘wood, never smokin’ boof
blowin’ super dope, i think that i got exotic lungs
told her leave her n-gga, he be mad when she be havin’ fun
let me f-ck and i’ll let you meet babytron
i don’t give a f-ck about her options if i’m number one (no cap)
at the top, but just was at the bottom, alabama
i don’t trust n-ggas, they be fake as f-ck like santa (fake as f-ck)
i’ma ball until i’m dead, or ’til i’m in the slammer
i’ma let ’em hate, ’cause in the end, that sh-t don’t even matter
money over b-tches, you could say i live the mob life
sh-ttyboyz what? nah, that don’t even sound right
he ain’t make it home, sick dawg picked the wrong fight
you can see my diamonds in the dark like some strobe lights
you can’t f-ck with me, i got a hundred on it
i don’t just walk bs down, i be runnin’ on it
where the competition at? i don’t see no opponent
dawg got some backyard boogie, talkin’ ’bout he growed it (f-ck on)
i’m straight on that, i’m hot just like the eiffel towers
i think brodie workin’ undercover just like austin powers
met her on the beach, i think baby said that she from [?]
she like, “i like that your buffies white just like some baby powder” (sh-t)
never changin’ up, the only thing i’m changin’ is my ‘fit
you can’t even call yourself a rapper, you ain’t got a kit
you’ve been rappin’ too f-ckin’ long to not have a hit
not a g-ngb-nger, but got blues on me just like a crip
finna put my money where my mouth is and get a grill
throwin’ bullets, d-mn, i feel like kirk cousins on the field
it get lonely at the top, i’m the king of the hill
i’m a wizard with them pieces, d-mn, i feel like bradley bill
[outro]
sh-ttyboyz

- trdee

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