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mob gang - tom robinson lyrics

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left right
im white
d-mn that p-ssy so tight
always running from the cops
got the ranchers in the sprite
your b-tch comes back to my crib
yeah we f-cking all night
run up on my gang
we ain’t scared to fight

one two three four
got 8 b-tches at my door
i ain’t no p-ssy i will rob my local convience store

got a bad b-tch
she suck on my toes
my homies say im g-y
i think im d rose

shoutout to the yellow
eatin -ss like jello
i do not live in the ghetto
write my bars like expo

d-mn she g-y but i like it
that boy talkin sh-t have to knife it
got a prius imma drive it
your girl imma just pipe it

eat your b-tch like a snack
your b-tch think im black
that p-ssy feel my wrath
f-ck skylar nack

your b-tch calls me father
get the diamonds i make armor
when i see steve stephens imma pull out my revolver

i drive a mini van
i will f-ck your nan
i joined the klu klux klan
i will bomb g-ys like j-pan

i got a big d-ck
ill f-ck you with a brick
g-ys make me sick
that b-tch look like a pig

- mob gang lyrics

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