drake - mob ties lyrics
[verse 1: drake]
ayy, sick of these n-gg-s (sick)
sick of these n-gg-s (sick, sick)
hire some help (help), get rid of these n-gg-s (skrr)
sick of this sh-t, move to the ritz
turned out the b-tch (ayy)
it is what it is, yeah
gle, ’cause that lambo movin’ fast (skrr)
s cl-ss, g cl-ss, lotta cl-ss (sss, sss)
in a rocket and that b-tch ain’t got no tags (skrr, skrr)
louis bags in exchange for body bags, yeah
[pre-chorus 1: drake]
sick of these n-gg-s (sick)
sick of these n-gg-s (sick, sick)
hire some help (help), get rid of these n-gg-s (grr)
f-ck what it was, it is what it is (what)
whatever you did, it is what it is
[chorus: drake]
and i’m so tired (tired)
i f-ck with the mob and i got ties (lotta ties, lotta ties)
knock you off to pay their t-thes (do doo)
they want me gone but don’t know why
it’s too late for all that lovey-dovey sh-t
i’m your brother sh-t, all that other sh-t
it’s too late for all that
it’s too late for all that, ayy
it’s too late for all that lovey-dovey sh-t
i’m your brother sh-t, all that other sh-t
it’s too late for all that, ayy
it’s too late for all that
[post-chorus: drake]
ayy, sick of these n-gg-s
i’m sick of these n-gg-s
hire some help, get rid of these n-gg-s
i’m not with the ra-ra
i am a dada
my b-tch in chanel now
your b-tch in escada (sick, sick, sick, sick)
[verse 2: drake]
yeah, and they shook
please don’t let them fool ya, i don’t care how they look (nah)
heard all of the talkin’, now it’s quiet, now it’s shush (shh)
twenty-nine is comin’, they on edge when i cook (cook)
lead the league in scorin’, man, but look at my -ssists (shh)
yes i be with future but i like to reminisce (yeah)
i do not forget a thing, i’m patient, it’s a gift (yeah)
try to tell ’em they ain’t got to do it, they insist (they insist)
yeah, i can tell
i just gave ’em two for forty million like chappelle (two)
standin’ over coffin with a hammer and a nail (two)
heard you hit up so and so, that name don’t ring a bell, nah
[pre-chorus 2: drake]
sick of these n-gg-s (sick)
hire some help, get rid of these n-gg-s
i’m sick of this sh-t (sick, sick)
i’m runnin’ a blitz (ayy)
whatever you did (ayy), it is what it is
[chorus: drake]
and i’m so tired (tired)
i f-ck with the mob and i got ties (lotta ties, lotta ties)
knock you off to pay their t-thes (do doo)
they want me gone but don’t know why
it’s too late for all that lovey-dovey sh-t
i’m your brother sh-t, all that other sh-t
it’s too late for all that
it’s too late for all that, ayy
it’s too late for all that lovey-dovey sh-t
i’m your brother sh-t, all that other sh-t
it’s too late for all that, ayy
it’s too late for all that
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