mobo the great – heaven lyrics
[verse 1:]
a n-gga feel like heaven
heaven
heaven
heaven
angels
a n-gga feel like i made it
winning
winning
winners
moses
swag
a n-gga feel like heaven
on some trippy sh-t
that po’ got you slow
on some hippy sh-t
that dough
got yo bro
on some envy sh-t
no breakfast club
no less than dubs
all blue beamer when i’m in the day time (thats right)
all black beamer when i’m in the night time (thats right)
all orange foreign
bring it when the sunrise
man its something bout these foreigns
think they changed my life
a n-gga feel like money
on some leor sh-t
all black christians
on some dior sh-t
you say that you got it
we don’t see your sh-t
my team will knee your b-tch
have her feeling like a fish
when i hit
they gone take a hit
while i take a hit
flip
they gone take a trip
while i take a dip
when i land
we gone move that jam
n-ggas going ham
stan
following the cam
n-ggas going ham
n-ggas be talking that swag sh-t
i’m the swaggest
i drink swagu (swag)
b-tches be thinking they baddest
you a has been
i thought you been knew
n-ggas see me and they see dollar signs
n-ggas see you and they see police signs
i don’t know fool, i do not trust liars
cuz man i hear you talking
it just don’t seem right
like hannah
ima twerk this sh-t
get the f-ck out my face
ima hurt this kid
get f-ck out my way
out of earth this b-tch
you do not want this
this sh-t legit
i like its too many of y’all pause n-ggas
ol’ looking -ss n-ggas in ya draws n-gga
young n-gga moving dope
but a law n-gga
aww n-gga
you ain’t bout that sh-t at all n-gga
rozay
in a all black maybach
say jack
i just want another may back
change that
i don’t really wanna save that
wave cap
cuz the flow is kinda dangerous
surfboard
i don’t what really hurts more
young n-gga doing time behind closed doors
fake b-tches think they stunning in michael kors
dirty wh0r-s
fourth quarter
jesus shuttleworth
pro now
4 minutes on the go now
oh wow
lil younging wanna take my style
bite that
imessage
wanna skype that
my bad
i ain’t know you loved him like that
love birds
you ain’t knowing yet that love hurts
you ain’t knowing compet-tion leave us all burned
you ain’t knowing repet-tion is the only work
wanna mention
but ain’t dishing
don’t know i earned
bite down
iced out
when the lights out
my crowd
can’t sit wit us
we don’t smile
so proud
how i fit
and i belong now
old pals
wanna hit
and call my phone now
thats the past
i don’t answer
i don’t know now
only talk
when i call
i keep it low now
everybody in the city think they on now
rodney king
freedom ring
think we grown now
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