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damjonboi - mobsters lyrics

[intro: damjonboi]
hm, b+tch

[verse 1: damjonboi]
twenty thousand dollars danglin’ off the white tee
b+tch asked me was i rich? sh+t, i might be
truth be told, these n+ggas wish that they could do it like me
a bad b+tch at home, i turned lil’ mama to a monster (yeah)
b+tches tellin’ on me, i was somewhere eatin’ lobster
sb the gang, all my n+ggas real mobsters (trap, n+gga)
b+tch, you n+ggas pitiful (ah)
blowin’ turtle pie straight out the ‘bow, this ain’t gorilla glue
off the perkies lookin’ for a redbone to dig into
got a text from the plug, say he ’bout to send ’em through
n+ggas’ beats weak as f+ck, ’cause they cheap as f+ck
fifty n+ggas with me at a show, we be deep as f+ck
got the game from the cheddar boys and street lords
go and ask h+lluva, b+tch, i’m the real beat lord
i started wearin’ baccarat ’cause everybody smell like creed (no cap)
you spent a band in the set, i blow that sh+t on trees
fifteen thousand on the coat and only wore that b+tch twice
hate to rap about this sh+t on pro tools ’cause it’s my life
benz truck big as f+ck, i can fit nineteen ‘bows in there
backseat h+lla room, i could put ten hoes in there

[verse 2: eastside reup]
trap house ain’t got no furniture, it’s just a stove in there
you can’t say that you be down the way and they don’t know you there, n+gga
ayy, i move the bag solo
that’s a twenty+ball danglin’ right by that supreme logo
i get all my buds out the streets, b+tch, i don’t need promo
get a n+gga dropped, turn to a ghost, he ain’t seen no more
i’ll pay to get him whacked, i’m out of town, they can’t tell on me
too many different flavors of that bond, she like to smell on me
you n+ggas can’t run through a bag, that’s what you tellin’ me?
stand on business all the way, it ain’t no half+steppin’ me (nah)
i just checked the mail, another bag, that’s a check for me
get a n+gga shot right in his face, it ain’t no checkin’ me
i told you how to whip it, i’m the one that got the recipe
runnin’ through the bag, i’m out the way, it’s the lex for me
a hundred shots for every n+gga standin’ next to you
a n+gga ratted and you still with him? boy, i’m scared of you
rap n+ggas always tellin’ lies, n+gga, tell the truth
them n+ggas couldn’t even f+ck with gang if they wanted to

- damjonboi lyrics

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