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traum - mob ties كلمات الأغنية

ya x5

(chorus)
drop the top
they go insane
disappear
on david blaine
4 door coupe
ain’t no range
wit the mob
you in the gang

(traum’s verse)
mob ties, mob ties like no lies
down bad we was real broke
they was fake lit trynna hate this sh-t
ok like,k like
slowed up
poured the 4
now i’m tore up
off da cets
i might throw up
suicide need them doors up
call the corner
wit a foreign b-tch
she from florida
don’t speak my language
on the same sh-t
dumb b-tch
631 how i run sh-t
island boy wit the hang time
let the braids shine
know it’s gametime
when i pop out
bring the mops
how i drip sh-t
food and liq
how kick sh-t
anemic froze
imma sick b-tch
cause this real cold
this real cold
like ice ice
you can’t see him
thru the late night
diamonds blindin
in the headlights
(ahhhhhhhhh)

(chorus)

(foggy’s verse)
swear to god
ain’t no fakin
alexander my w-ng chain
and my lil n-gg-s wildin
gon set the notra dame flame
pill poppin percs until i’m conscious
gon need another brain
ain’t n-body can phase me
hoes is always gon chase me

country singers we rockin out like some
rockstars
hoe i’m in a coupe
that just don’t wanna keep the top on
feelin like a pop star
sippin all this wockhart
gang gon bring the heat then poof like a poptart
oooooooooooo
i keep vibin wit the crew
i got snakes all on my shoes

- traum

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