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berner, b-real & b-legit - mob lyrics

uh i do it for the mob,
a hundred forty large for my car,
oh my god, funky feels with the rob,
brought a pound lets burn it all,
i’m always on my job, yeah i do it for the mob,
yeah i’m always on my job,
i do it for my squad, i do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw, high speed with the large, i brought a pound lets burn it all.
i’m always on my job yeah i do it for the mob.

this sh-t is super tasty,
i’m super rich i’m lazy,
i got a cribanazy i filled it up with babies,
i bought a new mercedes, escorts work and pay me, gold chains like a dough boy in the eighties, five fifty to one eighty,
on the one o’one on the daily, god d-mn this life so crazy shot in the world comment hailee, go ahead sip your bailey’s this flower just goi’n fail me
i got that lemon tree falsed out kevin sp-cy.

good weed pretty girls, c-ke white candy pearl leather in my sp-ce ship tell me
i can have the world,
brad pitt is with this world,
gl-ss tip mr. earl,
funky feels and my papers burn mike grab the girl,
uh i do it for the mob, a hundred forty large for my car oh my god,
funky feels with the rob, brought a pound lets burn it all,
i’m always on my job,
yeah i do it do it for the mob, yeah i’m always on my job, i do it for my squad,,
i do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw,
high speed with the large,
i brought a pound lets burn it all.
i’m always on my job yeah i do it for the mob.

she’s rollin with the doctor like bonny and clyde just rid’n every ride
you want to see these packs hold down lookin at a smile,
i don’t know why, she can’t resist she’s got the burning feeling inside
she want to twist on me want to hit some we got to get some fire by, big bern say ready
if it go down hoe buddy covered in gold now, buy a whole pound in the streets back seat, uh chillen in a smoke cloud.
yeah and that money keep coming in,
roll in one day wont smoke till my day come,
dope like a1 roll up blaze some.

y’all cant f-ck with us untouch you way to close you toast
we high we high as f-ck brain cells f-ck’n toast,
light cream envelope light weed smell like soap hold it in till you choke, top shelf cut your throat.
uh i do it for the mob, a hundred forty large for my car oh my god, funky feels with the rob, brought a pound lets burn it all,
i’m always on my job, yeah i do it do it for the mob, yeah i’m always on my job, i do it for my squad,,
i do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw, high speed with the large,
i brought a pound lets burn it all.
i’m always on my job yeah i do it for the mob.

b-tch i got a problem always i be mobbin
aint no way to stop he got guns he goin pop ‘em, then i goin shopping for that new rolls royce,
i’m around and you ain’t got no choice sh-t moist out of su su my uncle garage get a nick for every pic that got a trim job,
see i’m mine but i’m breathing dabs got me leaning allergies
i’m sneezing gets some ounces to reason money on the floor, dirt up in my raw,
blind level hippy biggest rig i ever saw, and we respect the law, cards up our wallets, number on the bottom that’s my lawyer if you call it,
f-ck alcoholic odo some trees i put up twenty likes make some shatter out them leaves zanies over eas that sh-t from overseas mobbin from in the west she like that california breeze.
uh i do it for the mob, a hundred forty large for my car oh my god, funky feels with the rob, brought a pound lets burn it all,
i’m always on my job, yeah i do it do it for the mob, yeah i’m always on my job,
i do it for my squad, i do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw, high speed with the large,
i brought a pound lets burn it all. i’m always on my job yeah i do it for the mob

- berner b real b legit lyrics

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