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french montana,prodigy - we mobb lyrics

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these old n-ggas dead, bring the forks out

montana josh smith with the hawks out

swiss cheese on him

i’ll j-pan flag your head

red beams on em, white sheets on him

it’s h-ll on earth

god gon’ help you n-gga help yourself first

f-ck forbes only thing working for us

cut the middle man out and deal straight with the source

i’ve been gone for a second street miss a n-gga

broke with a swag or corny rich n-gga

need a fix n-gga, got that white girl n-gga a1

new whip, white b-tch credit a1

this be the lock out take one

i just met a new connect

ain’t no stopping me, i’m the prodigy

and if you try to stop me, disrespect me

then my young boys, they gonna cause havoc

we mob when we deep, we mob when we deep

we mob when we deep, we mob when we deep

we mob when we deep, we mob when we deep

we mob when we deep, we mob when we deep

i met this girl in new york, say she from lefrak

p-ssy n-gga calling say he want his sh-t back

my reply back you know how it goes

shawty kick a door, i’ve got robbed before

then i bounce back cooking lyrical crack

all you n-ggas -ss cheek you run with a sheep pack

never been the one to talk i white sheet that

turn my back pulled down my b hat, blaat

this can’t be life

i used to be a backseat driver

now i’m riding in the maybach

couple of old friends trying to discredit me

i put on for this g-sh-t honor me

i just met a new connect

ain’t no stopping me, i’m the prodigy

and if you try to stop me, disrespect me

then my young boys, they gonna cause havoc

we mob when we deep, we mob when we deep

we mob when we deep, we mob when we deep

we mob when we deep, we mob when we deep

we mob when we deep, we mob when we deep

heart of a lion

body of a boxer

mind of a criminal who just got out the box

quality sixteen, dopamine flow

bottle pop rap pills and moscato

so many songs i got thousands kid

yeah your hard drive gonna need a thousand gigs

feet up, vip, lounging

b-tch way i deal, not real he’s counterfeit

get you a infamous empire state boy

the real thing are we, no joke, i’m no toy

the most inglorious, notorious b-st-rd

don p, flocka and montana sh-t

- french montanaprodigy lyrics

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