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2 chainz - steady mobbin lyrics

[verse 1: lil wayne]
man, f-ck these n-ggas!
i’mma spare everything but these n-ggas
i flip the gun and gun-b-tt these n-ggas
take the knife off the ak and cut these n-ggas
and f-ck these b-tches!
i swear i care about everything but these b-tches
i don’t care, i “so what?” these b-tches
and i put young mula, baby, way above these b-tches
if it ain’t broke, don’t break it
and if he ain’t shook, i’m gonna shake him
hope i don’t look weak
cause when a wolf cry wolf, you still see that wolf’s t–th, m-th-f-ckaa

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
3 car garage, i like to back my dunk in
car so tall i told baby girl to jump in
trap stay bunking, we be on that stupid sh-t
i be on tv, turn to the news at 6
somewhere in the stupid fit, my chain look r-t-rd
with no regard i can roll another cigar
dumb rich, so icy they call me numb wrist
so icy it look like sunkist, i run this
i got this, all i want for christmas is a young red fire b-tch
all we do is buy sh-t, all we do is try sh-t
i tried it with a friend there, her friend is my b-tch
i told you i got this

[hook: lil wayne]
and we don’t want no problems
ok, you’re a goon; what’s a goon to a goblin?
yeah, and kane on the beat
i f-ck around and leave a n-gga’s brains on the street
ughh, i pop that p-ssy
i bring her to my bedroom and pop that p-ssy
uh huh, and we be steady mobbin’
oh kemosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby

[verse 3: gucci mane]
what the f-ck is up? it’s gucci mane the g
ask t-ty boi, no pity boy, this strap city the city boy
so icy, so no nike boy, just gucci, louis, prada, ‘scuse me
“gucci mane keep sh-ttin on me, why that boy keep buyin jewellery?”
east atlanta c-ckin hammers
bandannas on car antennas
no we do not talk to strangers
just cut off these n-ggas’ fingers
gucci’s armed and dangerous, cocaine, codeine and angel dust
this ak-47 will hitchya everywhere from the ankle up
gun same size as nia long, clip long as a pringles can
.45 desert eagle on me, you’ll think i’m a eagles fan
toni braxton sniper rifle, make you never breathe again
f-ck that n-gga, k!ll that n-gga, bring him back, k!ll him again (gucci!)

[verse 4: lil wayne]
yeah, the money is the motive
f-ck with the money, it get ugly as coyote
ok, i’m reloaded
better pull it if you tote it
i buy a pound, break it down and put it in a stogie
swagger so bright, i don’t even need light
i’m with a model broad, she don’t even eat rice
but would you believe that she eat dyk-s?
and she asked me for a pitcher, so i gave her 3 strikes
yeah, i-i’m the man around this motherf-cker
i’m so hot you probably catch a tan around this motherf-cker
this rap game, i got my hand around this motherf-cker
yeah i said game, but i ain’t playing around this motherf-cker
yeah, i’m the best to ever do it, b-tch
and you’re the best at never doing sh-t
if you the sh-t, then i am sewer-rich
try me and i’ll have your people reading eulogies
i swear you can’t f-ck with me
but i can f-ck your girl and make her nut for me
then sl-t for me, then k!ll for me, then steal for me
and of course it’ll be your cash
then i’ll murder that b-tch and send her body back to your -ss

[hook]

[verse 5: lil wayne]
uh, man suck my clip
swallow my bullets, and don’t you spit!
uhh! i am the hip-hop socialist
life is a gamble and i’m all about my poker chips
do you want a dose of this?
i will make the most of this
‘f’ is for fer-o-cious
murder your -ssociates
the top is so appropriate
this is just where i belong
keep a hard d-ck for your girlfriend to wobble on

[hook]

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