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doughboy roc - mob ties lyrics

my third day home, i bought a couple k’s
i only use this phone when i’m bout to make some plays
f-ckin’ with the dog, ask my n-gg- dave
this sh-t deeper than rap i’ma take it to my grave
i took the hard way, penny
but no i don’t like you n-gg-, i ain’t friendly
n-gg-s in trouble, i didn’t even reach my peak
300 grams, that sh-t gone in bout a week
i ball n-gg-, with a tall n-gg-, he don’t shoot jumpers
he just tote thumpers, a soldier for real
ya’ll n-gg-s talk, my n-gg-s murder for real
i’m squeezing first, jordan next to shoot
walk with me i show you how to execute

[hook]
this for my n-gg-s selling bows, and flipping pies
hitting licks, and robbing guys
this for my n-gg-s selling bows, and flipping pies
hitting licks, and robbing guys
you see its savage when you look in my eyes
i’m connected i got mob ties
you see its savage when you look in my eyes
i’m connected i got mob ties

[verse 2]
i’m out every night, i can’t help it, i love drinking
boy you f-cked up, i don’t know what you was thinkin’
these n-gg-s sinkin’, they need a lifeline
meanwhile i’m strappin’ baby you know [?]
free [?] and my cousin june
i ain’t never stole sh-t if anything i took it
tryna walk a straight line but these n-gg-s crooked
no mercy round my way cause they ain’t fed us
b-tch i money get, plus i head bust
you understand what they’ll do for a measly band?
stop playing that’s why i keep the heat stick
cause these streets sick
you’ll never be sh-t, and me i’ma be rich
ball and still play defense
ball and still play defense

[verse 3: payroll giovanni]
its just business, that’s what i keep telling myself
got tired of the middleman, went and mailed it myself
if i got money on that truck i’ma trail it myself
if my face wasn’t so hot, i’d sell it myself
dime status, i got a versace and dime habit
didn’t sh-t come overnight, i had to spend time at it
i’ma hustler, you a motherf-ckin’ clown
i’m lol n-gg-, loaded off loud
riding down 7 mile but to scoop up quis then pull up on kidd while on the phone with [?]
a n-gg- gotta go, f-ck him, he gon get his soon
right now we counting cash, bro don’t let a soul in this room
we on that mob sh-t heavy, you lil n-gg-s petty
connect knew i was real from the first day he met me
ogs respect me, this 40 gon protect me
bylug mob ties cross us it get deadly

- doughboy roc lyrics

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