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beama - mobbin lyrics

[intro: beama]
rob 1der man (the underground scientist)
ya, street ties n+gga (ya)
back at it with my n+gga loon, know what i’m saying
matt blaque, let’s get it bro

[verse 1: beama]
masterminding my thoughts, while i puff on this kush
running all through the trap, like my name reggie bush
but ain’t no reggie its kush, when i puff on a blunt
gotta get my work together, its the 1st of the month
and i’m cashing these checks, while i’m off of in the jects
one hand on my bundle, one hand on my tech
case these boys wanna test, then i’m c+cking it back
never one for hesitation, look i’m first to react
now cl!ck clack (cl!ck clack)
as a flame go through the barrel
bullet headed for ya, bout to f+ck up your apparel
you see i’m all about that quap, don’t ever take it personal
unless that was your chick that f+cked my n+gga in my circle tho’
lets chill with all that ??? that’s just what you was dealt
just stay about your breed and your cheese, like a patty melt
that’s just what you was dealt
but stay about your cheese and breed like a patty melt

[chorus: matt blaque]
no matter what i do, i do it hood like the feds was on me (like the feds was on me)
just another young brother out here doin my thing (and i’m doing my thing)
ima keep it mobbin’, mobbin’, mobbin’, mobbin’
oooh yea, oh
ima keep it mobbin’
mobbin’, mobbin’, mobbin’, mobbin’
oooh yea
ima keep it mobbin’
[verse 2: beama]
now i’m back up on the block, same sh+t different story
all i want is paper, keep the fame and the glory
hustle my life every day, while i’m off of the track
i’m just trying to feed my kids, straight up like that
ain’t no diamonds on my wrist, no diamonds on my chest
the real definition, i am dope boy fresh
see a natural born hustler, since i came out the womb
ima stay the same way ’til i’m dead in my tomb
sun up ’til sun down, still on a paperchase
i’m tryin’ to win first place, cuz i’m in this paper race
its money over everything, until the family rich
cuz n+gga we the mob, my whole family grit
catch me in and out of traffic, with a smile on my face
headed to the stash house, put some racks in a safe
beama back in the place, with a strap on my waist
case these boys start to trippin’, then i’m catching a case

[chorus: matt blaque]
no matter what i do, i do it hood like the feds was on me (like the feds was on me)
just another young brother out here doin my thing (and i’m doing my thing)
ima keep it mobbin’, mobbin’, mobbin’, mobbin’
oooh yea
ima keep it mobbin’
mobbin’, mobbin’, mobbin’, mobbin’
oooh yea
ima keep it mobbin’
[verse 3: berner]
i rock smooth beats and f+ck beautiful girls
they say i rap too slow, i’m addicted to pills
i’m in your city wit it, loud sh+t, you smell through the bag
got a crazy ass past and a brand new pad
god forgive me, everyone around me keep k!lling
seen a baby get shot in the head, a cold feeling
i’m big chillin, bern stack big faces
i roll up the dank just to taste it
white gold bracelet, today i’m out shopping
i had to go hard, cuz being brokes not an option
gold bottle poppin’, first class flights when i’m flyin’
got a girl she hawaiian, i just love the way she ride it
too vicious
i’m in bed with 2 b+tches
b+tches in the club blow me kisses, safe full of stacks
it ain’t really safe where i’m at, buck 50 on the face of a ??? (rat?)
like

[chorus: matt blaque]
no matter what i do, i do it hood like the feds was on me (like the feds was on me)
just another young brother out here doin my thing (and i’m doing my thing)
ima keep it mobbin’, mobbin’, mobbin’, mobbin’
oooh yea
ima keep it mobbin’
mobbin’, mobbin’, mobbin’, mobbin’
oooh yea
ima keep it mobbin’
[verse 4: ron ron]
we mobbin’, mobbin’, rolling up while i’m driving
checking up on the squadron, heard that we had a problem
they said they outta work, so what’s up cuz
i’m calling cash on the line, i’m like what’s up blood (yea)
i’m really in it, no pretending nor faking
my uncle used to tell me i just needed more patience
a hot head, light fed, hungry little heathen
its all for respect, i don’t need another reason
seasoned, marinated, and i get saucy
i don’t want your hoe, but homie betta get her off me
because you know she love them real cats
that get fresh and ‘ill leave ya cap peeled back
i don’t gotta phony bone in my body
keep a ninja ??? but i ain’t known for karate (yea)
its kc, home of the k!llas
and if you ain’t wit the business, then you betta get your scrilla
we mobbin’

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