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bitty.ru - #mob lyrics

(intro)
#gt sh-t n-gga….
#mob

[verse 1: pattxpiff]
i’m bored play mindgames wit’ her like oujia…
good green in my pipe, thats luigi..
stay fresh but it’s easy
give a f-ck if you believe me
got a clear, rear view, while their windshield
need a squeegie..
their mirrors too, they takin’ pointers when they see me..
ain’t no freesp-ce in this game so why these n-ggas want freebees?
i let the “cheeba” free me..
& let my brain do the rest
my words turn n-ggas insane & they equipped wit vests?!
deadlines & p.os man im equipped wit stress..
this sh-ts a mess
& now im sittin’ tryna’ split the hex
i split the next
vega, everyday the same cycle
tryna stay up out the cycle
without becoming a
physco…
d-mn, now i understand what happened to “michael”
don’t want a n-gga playin’ organs to soon that sh-t vital!
but first, man a n-gga gotta split the curse..
won’t stop til’ m’n-ggas blunt cruisin’ in my he-rs-…
what?!

[hook: insomyakkjimm]
if you got the green, go & get some green…
my n-ggas got the juice like a tangerine..
you tryna’ hit these moves?
get to loading up the troop
then we flyin’ down the loop, in that 93′
the clique the livin’ proof of a down breed
the set is what i trap it’s where the b-tches be
got these n-ggas on they tippy toes tryna’ creep
cuz they ain’t finna take a p-ss where a lion sleep

[verse 2: justpolite]
what you sayin’ ain’t important…
four car garages & porches…
how you get it anyway? extortion?
who am i the orracle?
my questions not rhetorical…
i need an answer, before my hammers blam towards you…
you can play me, even my neighbors hate to me..
so what that make me? h-ll
i may even run for major, daley
vote or die, choke on this 45
& close those eyes..
battling wit’ ballads thats your only try
so don’t make an -ss outta you and me..
-ssuming human beings won’t creat your eulogy…
that swagg sh-t is dead if only you beileve..
baby cruel to me.. why she need jewelery?
sorry darling my hearts not to be toyed wit’
these barbie dolls, groupies in poloriods
tryna party hard…
you can k!ll that noise wit’ a hardy haaa hardy haaa!!

[hook: insomnyakkjimm]

[verse 3: grade aplus]
they ain’t knowin’ what i been through
that made a n-gga heart an igloo
movin’ like the pimps do, cuz when you do what simps do..
you die a thousand deaths for that b-tch..
out here reppin’ the clique..
broke as f-ck, they say we next to get rich..
prayin’ they right, day in & the night
slavin’ to write
that bullsh-t that stay in my life… make it ignite..
& blaze yall..
any n-gga sayin’ he tryna’ faceoff, rip his face off like faceoff, then skate off..
but i ain’t “nicolas cage” i’m “johnny blaze” ho..
iceburg grade on a b-tch if you ain’t know..
wit gansta gr-ss in my m-th-f-ckin’ gl-ss bowl…
play wit’ my paper thats yo’ m-th-f-ckin’ -ssh0l-..
blew out.. lookin’ like you sh-t a shoe out…
tryna’ stack enough show money so i can move out…
the name grade you don’t like him you can suck it..
both tears right up in the bucket..
f-ck it..

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