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damjonboi - mobsters كلمات الأغنية

[intro: damjonboi]
hm, b_tch

[verse 1: damjonboi]
twenty thousand dollars danglin’ off the white tee
b_tch asked me was i rich? sh_t, i might be
truth be told, these n_ggas wish that they could do it like me
a bad b_tch at home, i turned lil’ mama to a monster (yeah)
b_tches tellin’ on me, i was somewhere eatin’ lobster
sb the gang, all my n_ggas real mobsters (trap, n_gga)
b_tch, you n_ggas pitiful (ah)
blowin’ turtle pie straight out the ‘bow, this ain’t gorilla glue
off the perkies lookin’ for a redbone to dig into
got a text from the plug, say he ’bout to send ’em through
n_ggas’ beats weak as f_ck, ’cause they cheap as f_ck
fifty n_ggas with me at a show, we be deep as f_ck
got the game from the cheddar boys and street lords
go and ask h_lluva, b_tch, i’m the real beat lord
i started wearin’ baccarat ’cause everybody smell like creed (no cap)
you spent a band in the set, i blow that sh_t on trees
fifteen thousand on the coat and only wore that b_tch twice
hate to rap about this sh_t on pro tools ’cause it’s my life
benz truck big as f_ck, i can fit nineteen ‘bows in there
backseat h_lla room, i could put ten hoes in there

[verse 2: eastside reup]
trap house ain’t got no furniture, it’s just a stove in there
you can’t say that you be down the way and they don’t know you there, n_gga
ayy, i move the bag solo
that’s a twenty_ball danglin’ right by that supreme logo
i get all my buds out the streets, b_tch, i don’t need promo
get a n_gga dropped, turn to a ghost, he ain’t seen no more
i’ll pay to get him whacked, i’m out of town, they can’t tell on me
too many different flavors of that bond, she like to smell on me
you n_ggas can’t run through a bag, that’s what you tellin’ me?
stand on business all the way, it ain’t no half_steppin’ me (nah)
i just checked the mail, another bag, that’s a check for me
get a n_gga shot right in his face, it ain’t no checkin’ me
i told you how to whip it, i’m the one that got the recipe
runnin’ through the bag, i’m out the way, it’s the lex for me
a hundred shots for every n_gga standin’ next to you
a n_gga ratted and you still with him? boy, i’m scared of you
rap n_ggas always tellin’ lies, n_gga, tell the truth
them n_ggas couldn’t even f_ck with gang if they wanted to

- damjonboi

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