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trdee – mob life كلمات اغاني

[intro]
when i see that— (jxckk just want a drink), phew
when i see that boy, he done for (he through)
took a couple l’s, but i’m good, though (we good)
i ain’t stoppin’ until everybody good too
it’s really about who you know, man, i can plug you
she like, “why you always talking sh_t?” boo, it’s a habit (my bad)
had to leave that b_tch alone, she too dramatic
feel like rickey smiley, up tryna catch a package
do this sh_t so often, i ain’t even gotta practice
you know i be active
i know you a hater, swear that sh_t so lame
my b_tch got a strap, sh_t, i feel like fredo bang
told the coach i got it, may just put me in the game
my fit cost a lot, i’m mad as f_ck i got a stain
ballin’ like an mvp, sh_ttin’, i got diarrhea
i ain’t have to punch it, i got cheese on me just like a pizza
ain’t еven reached my final form, sh_t, i feel likе frieza
streets cold as h_ll, i can’t believe you left without your heater (how you do that?)
i believe if i can do it, you can do it too
why doggy talkin’ so crazy like he bulletproof? (why?)
you gon’ wish i would’ve lied if you knew the truth
zaza only in my ‘wood, never smokin’ boof
blowin’ super dope, i think that i got exotic lungs
told her leave her n_gga, he be mad when she be havin’ fun
let me f_ck and i’ll let you meet babytron
i don’t give a f_ck about her options if i’m number one (no cap)
at the top, but just was at the bottom, alabama
i don’t trust n_ggas, they be fake as f_ck like santa (fake as f_ck)
i’ma ball until i’m dead, or ’til i’m in the slammer
i’ma let ’em hate, ’cause in the end, that sh_t don’t even matter
money over b_tches, you could say i live the mob life
sh_ttyboyz what? nah, that don’t even sound right
he ain’t make it home, sick dawg picked the wrong fight
you can see my diamonds in the dark like some strobe lights
you can’t f_ck with me, i got a hundred on it
i don’t just walk bs down, i be runnin’ on it
where the competition at? i don’t see no opponent
dawg got some backyard boogie, talkin’ ’bout he growed it (f_ck on)
i’m straight on that, i’m hot just like the eiffel towers
i think brodie workin’ undercover just like austin powers
met her on the beach, i think baby said that she from [?]
she like, “i like that your buffies white just like some baby powder” (sh_t)
never changin’ up, the only thing i’m changin’ is my ‘fit
you can’t even call yourself a rapper, you ain’t got a kit
you’ve been rappin’ too f_ckin’ long to not have a hit
not a g_ngb_nger, but got blues on me just like a crip
finna put my money where my mouth is and get a grill
throwin’ bullets, d_mn, i feel like kirk cousins on the field
it get lonely at the top, i’m the king of the hill
i’m a wizard with them pieces, d_mn, i feel like bradley bill
[outro]
sh_ttyboyz

- trdee

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