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berner & b-real - mob كلمات الأغنية

[hook: berner]
uh, i do it for the mob
a hundred-forty large for my car, oh my god
funky feels with the raw
brought a pound lets burn it all
i’m always on my job
yeah, i do it for the mob
yeah, i’m always on my job
i do it for my squad
i do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw
high speed with the laws
i brought a pound lets burn it all
i’m always on my job
yeah, i do it for the mob

[verse 1: b-real & berner]
[berner]
this sh-t is super tasty
i’m super rich i’m lazy
i got a cribanazy
i filled it up with babies
i bought a new mercedes
escorts work and pay me
gold chains like a dope boy in the 80’s
[b-real]
five-fifty doin’ 80
on the 101 on the daily
god d-mn, this life so crazy
shot in the world, comment hailee
go ahead sip your bailey’s, this flower just goi’n fail me
i got that lemon tree, bossed out, kevin sp-cey
[berner]
good weed, pretty girls, c0ke white, candy pearl
leather in my sp-ce ship, tell me i can have the world
[b-real]
raw papers with the swirl
gl-ss tip mr. earl
funky feels and my papers, bern might grab your girl

[verse 2: b-real & berner]
[b-real]
she’s rollin’ with the doctor like bonny and clyde
just rid’n every ride
you want to see these packs, hold down lookin’ at a smile
i don’t know why
she can’t resist, she’s got the burning feeling inside
she want to twist on me, want to hit some
we got to get some fire by
[berner]
big bern stay ready if it go down
whole body just covered in gold now
buy a whole pound, in the streets, back seat, uh
chillin’ in a smoke cloud
yeah, and that money keep comin’ in
roll with my day ones, smoke till my day come
dope like a1, roll up, blaze some
[b-real]
y’all can’t f-ck with us
untouch you way to close you toast
we high we high as f-ck, brain cells f-ck’n toast
[berner]
light cream envelope, light weed smell like soap
hold it in till you choke, top shelf, cut your throat

[verse 3: b-legit]
b-tch i got a problem
always i be mobbin’
ain’t no way to stop him
he got guns, he goin pop ‘em
then i’m goin’ shopping for that new rolls royce
i’m around and you ain’t really got no choice
sh-t moist, out of su su, my uncle garage
get a nick for every pic, you got a good trim job
see i mob, but i’m breathing
dabs got me leaning
allergies, i’m sneezing gets some ounces to reason
money on the floor, dirt up in my raw
blonde little hippy, biggest rig i ever saw
and we respect the law, cards up our wallets
number on the bottom, that’s my lawyer, you can call it
f-ck alcoholic, od on some trees
i put up twenty lights, make some shatter out them leaves xanies over ease, that sh-t from overseas
mobbin’ from in the west, she like that california breeze

- berner b real

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