brockfriedrice - mobbin lyrics
aye cruz, turn me up in the mic a lil bit, you heard me?
(aye danny phantom, what you doin’?)
(one, hit it)
went ghost like danny phantom
5 star, we got fans out in atlanta
cute, but they like to call me handsome
when they see us, b+tches start pullin’ out cameras
getting bread, why the call me penera
tell ‘em free rockstar, putting ya hands up
why you flinching? i ain’t even mean to scare ya
in the club, shakin that sh+t for the camera
making love in the club like usher
stay there, do your thing baby i ain’t gon judge ya
girl you get your mouth from your mother
they prolly came back with thunders
in the stu, i’m tired as sh+t
one eye closed like a pirate and sh+t
feeling cool like a flyer and sh+t
we swing on sh+t like we (uh+huh, huh)
we swing on sh+t like we floyd
pay in the back, and you know it’s my boys
we play wit big sh+t now, no toys
and this for the squad and the gang
wit the 40, gon knock at his brain
like fortnite we gon snipe at his aim
pop a 30 and i go for the vein
pop a 30 and i go for the (uh+huh, uh)
(cmon, put the d+ck in the trunk lil bro, we gon slide wit the gang, we gon tuck him)
and i put my cheese in the shoe box
got a flag on my head like i’m tupac
reload that 30, sit back in my flip flops
gotcha b+tch in the back doing tiktok’s
me and n+ggas will, me and my n+ggas go
d+ckhead!
[bridge]
me and my n+ggas they blow like a trumpet
i see a opp wit no gun, imma slump sh+t
she throwing it back imma hump it
we go in the club as we run sh+t
met a lil b+tch in the club
b+tch shake ass like megan
b+tch had s+x like heaven
seven minutes till heaven
(uh huh, uh huh)
(uh huh, uh huh)
(uh huh, uh huh)
(uh huh, uh huh)
[chorus]
you know we mobbin mobbin
f+ck wit the gang and you know we slidin’
we shot like ice at the floor
one two three, we gon knock at his door
[?] and i’m tipsy
i’m in this b+tch wit a 50
i’m in this b+tch getting litty
i’m f+ckin, i’m grabbing her titty
jmoney, you know i be trollin’
jmoney, you know i be rollin’
rollin’ the opps that you know that we smoking
back in the chat, making plays i got motion
i told her come here, just give me your [?]
p+ssy so wet i might drown in the ocean(p+ssy so wet i might drown in the ocean)
free 4, free [?], free [?]
[?] swerving your gear
switching them lanes, you switching your gears
n+ggas be hating, i really don’t care
i just be f+cking these b+tches (i just f+ck her)
i’m f+cking and pulling her hair
they be like, aye lay bankz, i can’t be f+cked wit, do you see my ring?
that b+tch like a fish when i hop in the tank
and ian trust n0body, i be on my game
uh wait
pop my sh+t like a gun
b+tch, watchu mean?
no, i’m 1 on 1
yo bank k!ll slow, that sh+t looking dumb
and b+tches be aching, i can’t f+ck wit ‘em
[chorus]
you know we mobbin mobbin
f+ck wit the gang and you know we slidin’
we shot like ice at the floor
one two three, we gon knock at his door
[?] and i’m tipsy
i’m in this b+tch wit a 50
i’m in this b+tch getting litty
i’m f+ckin, i’m grabbing her titty
back in this b+tch, i got sh+t jumpin’
that car spin again, we dumpin’
all of my n+ggas, you know we hump sh+t
she arch her back, i’ll hump it
after a show i’m bookin’ a telly
i’m f+cking her all in her belly
opps on my phone, they call in my cell
murder on my mind, they call me melly
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