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clutch tha god - mob ties lyrics

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[hook]

yeah, all my b+tches mean (mean)
keep a 30 in her purse and she gon’ buss it, f+ck you mean
i might get a n+gga hurt, yeah, hit a n+gga spleen (hit a n+gga)
they gon’ swear he ‘bout that action ‘til i pull up with the beam (pull up with the)
i got real mob ties (ties)
real big b’s (b’s)
all that cappin’ on the net boy we gon’ pull up real deep
nah, i can’t f+ck with shawty (nah)
she a clout fiend (she a clout fiend)
i got benjis in my pocket ain’t no lincolns in these jeans

[verse 1]

yeah, all my chains froze i got ice with the link (ice)
n++++ what you think, yeah
pockets never shrink, yeah
all my diamonds cold make a n++++ rock a mink, yeah
f+ckin’ all these hoes i might buy that b+tch some minks, yeah
whole lotta dirty money had to clean it in the sink
yeah, i know these n++++s plottin’ trust me n++++ ai ain’t sleep, hmm
it ain’t nothin’ to a youngin’ i can find out where you sleep, hmm
i just bought your whole wardrobe times 3, hmm
i ain’t really got time (i ain’t really got time)
stop hittin’ my line (stop hittin’ my line)
i ain’t close to my prime (i ain’t close to my prime)
just me and my slime (just me and my slime)
had to hit decline (had to hit decline)
almost lost my mind (almost lost my mind)
i was down and bad (i was down and bad)
then got on my grind (then got on my grind)
yeah
hol’ up
tryna k!ll my vibe (tryna k!ll my vibe)
can’t k!ll my vibe (can’t k!ll my vibe)
lil ho she bad (lil ho she bad)
lil ho she fine (lil ho she fine)
but a b+tch can’t f+ck up my life (can’t f+ck up my life)
did it once can’t do that twice (can’t do that twice)
yeah

[hook]

yeah, all my b+tches mean (mean)
keep a 30 in her purse and she gon’ buss it, f+ck you mean
i might get a n+gga hurt, yeah, hit a n+gga spleen (hit a n+gga)
they gon’ swear he ‘bout that action ‘til i pull up with the beam (pull up with the)
i got real mob ties (ties)
real big b’s (b’s)
all that cappin’ on the net boy we gon’ pull up real deep
nah, i can’t f+ck with shawty (nah)
she a clout fiend (she a clout fiend)
i got benjis in my pocket ain’t no lincolns in these jeans



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