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$avage of fge - shoot (remix) lyrics

mob, mob, mob, mob, mob
mob, mob, mob, mob, mob
b-tch. mob
got your hoe in the back, she already on go
got your hoe in the bag, want the two for the four
we in the trenches, you gunna cry from the floor
get your -ss h-t for a hundred or more
hundred round clip, and it came with the scope
we rolling up if you n-gg-s want smoke
just for the low, but these bars ain’t cheap
we taxed at the show, but we smoking for free
smoke out the p, and i’m running the beat
he mad bout the bag so he calling it beef
calling my phone cause he really wants peace
for calling it off take it out on the streets
balling so hard i’m mvp
the mob is the team, we n-gg-s supreme
we cutting them off, they coming with string
think twice bout that bag before finnesing me
put them to sleep, they’ll be resting in peace
ready for war i ain’t talking jelly
b-tch i feel like im the king of my city
they riding my waves, without a jetski
pay my respect and unless they come with it
eventually can they can check me
neglecting your b-tch, you ain’t know she a fan
flagging me down tryna get in my pants
gun on my hip, i ain’t throwing no hands
shoot at your -ss, i ain’t doin the dance
doing the dash with your b-tch in the p-ssenger
sucking this d-ck we dont do the romance
i smell like sour, like i come from j-pan
smoking og that sh-t twenty a gram
h-ll nah boy we ain’t throwing no fronts
if you want the whole thing better come with them bands
come from the jungle , i’m tryna stay humble
but n-gg-s act like they know dont who i am
bullet so hot i start sending them shots
i leave n-gg-s on fire like nba jam
jump into traffic to pick up the pack
know im toting that heat so they calling me bam
blowing you -ss then i scramble up outta
the back of the field, they calling me cam
came in the game and i stayed in my lane
they want me to sell, you know i buying it
switch up the check, b-tch you know i ain’t tryin it
i put heat out like a mother f-cking fireman
jumped out the frying pan into the fire
was already hot but a n-gg- get hotter
i’m drinking henny, dont f-ck with that water
f-ck it come up drinkin outta the bottle
young n-gg- out but he come from the bottom
tires as f-ck, i been chasing those dollars
wake up and im grinding twenty four hours
go to sleep and do the same thing tomorrow
n-gg-s go jump and we come up with choppers
know we ain’t talk, we pull up we hoppin
turn a n-gg- to a corspe
then we go walk into court
just to lie to your honor
ya . whoa
i will never never switch up om my bros
we ain’t beefing n-gg-s mad cause they broke
get the tweeking n-gg-s better get low
johnny deep all my n-gg-s gunna blow
mob sh-t

- avage of fge lyrics

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