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smokepurpp - mob lyrics

[chorus]
you don’t wanna work ’cause you never got sticks like branch
all of my n_ggas they slime and they slatt and gon’ shoot if you give ’em a chance
i sent that b_tch to the [?] and i told her just give me some woods and some racks
.223 but it’s gon’ ptsd like i walked in this b_tch with syringe
m_o_b, i never gave a f_ck about a ho, yeah
in a penthouse out in new york, got a case of all red
all red, high tech (b_tch)
m_o_b, i never gave a f_ck about a ho, yeah (sheesh, woo)

[verse]
chrome heart jeans, them b_tches stunt on my leg
(fye, fye, fye, fye) n_gga, fill his whole motherf_ckin’ head with led
flew the b_tch in then i flew the b_tch back, yeah, the b_tch got to my head
b_tch, leave me alone, i need me some sp_ce
cartier buss on my face (yeah), pay for her nails and her lace (yeah)
he tried to reach for my chain and he ended up shot in the face
four pockets full of blue cheese, yeah_yeah
princess cut diamonds, my t__th, yeah_yeah
i’m in the trap and i’m whipping the dough up
i pour a four in my motherf_ckin’ soda

- smokepurpp lyrics

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