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sicko mobb - chiraq كلمات الأغنية

[intro: lil ceno]

mob!
no squad sh-t
it’s mob sh-t and gang sh-t, period
1-5 anna boys, sicko,(or) no mobb. period
mob
bang

[verse 1: lil ceno]
whoever said we only made bopping music
we some savages and i’ll put you through it
got a nean dean that’ll split your wig
have your body leaking all types of fluids

on my anna sh-t, me and suwoo
straight gang bang, color suwoo
from a holy city we don’t f-ck around
drop a opp n-gga, shooting cars too

we s-m, we d-g
that’s sicko mobb and that’s dale gang
you f-ck with us, straight terrorizing sh-t
hold your head homie find your brain

got big guns just like the navy
knock your limbs off just for looking crazy
old lady tricking, f-ck ms. daisy
walking up looking like slim shady
don’t serve him, bro is you crazy?
n-ggas over there straight sneak dissing
ak sh-lls leave his body missing
play laser tag leaving not a witness
shoulda thought first
ho, mind your business

now it’s too late bullets hitting the gate
now your family crying, wishing for some fate
call the ambulance or it’s too late
getting ots with uncle savage
roll the windows down now its blamming time
stunting on the opps, f-cking opp thots
cause its blowing them ho i love to shine

357 n-gga f-ck a nine, no evidence leave his moma crying
snitching on the bros, whole family dying
foreign whips what a young n-gga riding
now that i made it i’m flying on jets
flirtin’ with thotties and keeping them wet
chiraq my city we popping them flats
i can’t take it off not remy
we posted with macs
hahaha!
ahh that’s just a lil bit for yall goof -ss n-ggas who said we couldn’t do this sh-t, man
keep up, sicko mobb or no mobb, b-tch!
gang! mob! no squad sh-t, 15th and christiana b-tch, posted with macs
that’s it
mob sh-t, no squad sh-t. gang sh-t, no opp sh-t

[lil trav]
let me at’em big bro
let me go one time
sicko sh-t, you know?
no squad sh-t, only mob sh-t
and if these n-ggas start sh-t and we ain’t gon’ squash it
skee!! skeeee. let me at his -ss
go!

[verse 2: lil trav]
chiraq plot
now its hammer time
i’m nailing hoes yea i like to shine
i pray to god for a bad b-tch
that bad b-tch straight suck d-ck
got a white b-tch called red neck
paid ho, love the s-x

money green like the ogre shrek
she a big dog with a p-ssy cat
i’m cooking sh-t, playing daddy i’ma whoop his sh-t
like a cigarette i’ll smoke a b-tch
like mario i’ll poke a b-tch
don’t play. watch
stay coach on me, man down man down!
in the robber fit
aw okay. you caked up

this settlement better last luck
in a black truck or black m-ss (maserati)
with a mac gun that’ll cut up
yall talking sh-t, in the gr-ss row
got a army tank, full of sicko
smoke go-low, skee-eet ho
race reckless, eat cereal
pistol play, murderers
in the hood, my team carnivores
in hollywood, we at hollywars

i’m super hot, f-ck cold water
i ain’t calming down
that’s broke sh-t, i’ll change a n-gga
with a whole kit, get choke quick
with a oochie ho, got a sniper rifle, with a stupid scope

on rasta sh-t, these n-ggas ?, ? sh-t
snakes in the gr-ss stay plotting and sh-t
if a fee fee up they starving and sh-t
i’m a shorty in the field on some da-da-da sh-t

reload the clip, make it skip
big guns, knock off your hip
too much blood, take a sip
curve the bullet, shoot off your hip
do this first, aim the tec
big dawg n-ggas it’s time to flex

(?) aim low like super jets
three hoes called triple threat
357 plus 380’s
blow bodies up like m-80’s

i hate to lose, it’s trav baby
marine gun, deep like the navy
can’t miss sh-t, i hit sh-t
go down her throat like fish sticks
f-ck up your lungs like cigarettes
go dummy, illiterate
hollow tips, spread through your body
it’s turbo time, lets do karate
got a deuce deuce (22) flow through your body
f-ck enemies, shoot everybody
get good head, like snap back
this nina gon’ clap back

i ribbit n-ggas, honey smacks
got big n-ggas doing jumping jacks
stay on dummy, aim for your tummy
stop goof capping ain’t nothing funny

laugh now then cry later
drive by fast, speed racer
laugh now then cry later
drive by fast, speed racer

[verse 3: young heavy]
l-e-x-i-n-g-t-o-n
them my n-ggas they bmc
if you said it once you gotta say it again
on the dale in them white flags
we post up and we tec in bags
see people we never lack
still finish a n-gga like a checker flag

christiana
that’s the 1-5
where they mob sh-t, tote sh-t
thirty shots, long clip
double br–sts, clone sh-t
where you get hit they put it on with
i’m riding around in a foreign
so i’m riding around and i’m smoking

i ride around like a champion cause i ride around with that trophy
that trophy be that steel n-gga
that thirty out that forty that’s that k!ll n-gga, get k!lled n-gga
sit still n-gga, better chill n-gga
i’m rolling off that pill n-gga
if he don’t get that picture
pull a tommy out, hilfiger

[verse 4: j cash]
i know a bunch of n-ggas from the city chi
that’s down to ride from either side
that north, west, south, east side
want to stay alive, know your street side
them hitters rushing like a d-line
n-gga stay posted like a re-vine
n-gga stay strapped in chiraq, don’t never lack i keep mine

west side n-ggas don’t dry
they jack ball from side-to-side
they up a oochie, stunt for the coochie
you broke n-gga
you stay dry

thot b-tches be thirsty at the fee fee, cause a n-gga flee
if you got wings on your jeans, (i) bet them thot hoes one f-ck for free
a.m. better set your clocks, when i pop a block, watch out for cops
they selling, rocks they selling blow
shorty in the cut, they keep a pole
because who knows when a opp (will) arrive
’till them n-ggas die, hitters occupied
and if i should die, right before your eye
don’t drop a tear. let bullets fly

smoking on a straight cemetery
n-ggas drilling sh-t like a military
got big guns like the military
make a military n-gga very scary
f-ck the neighborhood, it’s a opp in every
nina finger f-ck, watch me pop her cherry

i got thirty off in every clip
i’m letting thirty off, n-gga every rip
slide up on a n-gga in a cara van
strapped up, wrapped up like a taliban
wild west shoot out, bet i make’em dance
9-1-1 here come the ambulance

1-5, anna mob.that’s bro nem
savages’ll rock a b-tch, ain’t no ho in nem
thawed out twenty bricks that’s mo and nem
west side summertime here we go again

like freaky tails up on the dale
them thots they den topped everybody
leave the crime scene with a hundred sh-lls
police say “they shot everybody”
we love guns and roses like ed hardy
we dreaded up like bob marley
(you) better use your head before you lose your head
we from chiraq, we the land of bodies

[outro: lil ceno]
gang sh-t, mob sh-t, man
up top, it’s a movement, man
you know how we rocking, man
outwest sh-t, man. chiraq
gang, gang!
mob
catch me up top, man
cool with me some time man
that’s where all this money at
all these foreigns be
all these robin’s
all these- all this dope!!!
f-ck is you talm ’bout?
skee-eeeeeetttt!!!

- sicko mobb

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