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03 Greedo

Mobbin

 

Mobbin

(album: Purple Summer 2: Son Don't Shine - 2016)


[03 Greedo:]
Yeah
Keep it Mafia
Yeah
Yeah

We be mobbin to the money
Like Italians
We 100
We be mobbin to the money
Like Italians
We 100
Keep it mafia, keep it mafia, keep it mafia
We be mobbin
Yeah, yeah, yeah

New designer, where you find it?
This Dolce, this Gabbana
Blowing up like a fish in water
If she old enough, I'ma hit your daughter
When she rolling up I'ma get behind her
Fuck niggas don't get vagina
Laid back like a new recliner
Lazy boy, living with your mama!
You ain't with the drama, you ain't flippin commas
Just sniffing powder
You ain't getting mad, you just getting louder
Trapped in Giuseppe, been did the Prada
Flip the beat like I flip a dollar
Real P so I'm flipping collars
Hugging the tree, looking like a Koala
I Ferragamo, you fucking with fellas
Sauced up, don't eat noodle lasagna
Everybody weak, this a reminder
Buca di Beppo, no Benihana
Fuck the police, fuck the bounty hunters
I drop the top, it's a purple summer
That new cash money, a purple hummer
I turned your bitch to a runner
I did a tour with Young Thugger
Play me, FN, I'ma bust ya!
Flexing like niggas with muscles

Nigga tryna take the swag, niggas try to take a dab, yeah
Know exactly why you mad, know exactly why you mad, yeah
You ain't nothing but a bad
Put a nigga in a bag, yeah
Me and Lil One counting cash, me and Lil One got a bag, yeah

We be mobbin to the money
Like Italians
We 100
We be mobbin to the money
Like Italians
We 100
Keep it mafia, keep it mafia, keep it mafia
We be mobbin
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Lil One Hunnet:]
I was mobbin through the bricks, 30 sticks, 30 killers
36 in the brick, she want powder, she a sniffer
I want guala, residuals...keep it mafia
We be mobbin like Italians
We be wildin, we be stylin
Thousand Island, Daniel Collins, 100 thousand
I rock Valen, used to rock Prada
I eat pasta, used to eat spinach, now I eat lobster
Your bitch in the bed
It's a price on your head
Lord knows he's swimming with the goldfish
Lord knows this
I'm so sick, they waiting on a mixtape
Million dollar migraines, you niggas is cheapskates
Hahahahaha
Stayed out of Section 8 housing
My niggas mobbin like Italians

[03 Greedo:]
Nigga tryna take the swag, niggas try to take a dab, yeah
Know exactly why you mad, know exactly why you mad, yeah
You ain't nothing but a bad
Put a nigga in a bag, yeah
Me and Lil One counting cash, me and Lil One got a bag, yeah

We be mobbin to the money
Like Italians
We 100
We be mobbin to the money
Like Italians
We 100
Keep it mafia, keep it mafia, keep it mafia
We be mobbin
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

done

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