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paxquiao - mob ties lyrics

[chorus]
bet you wonderin’ how we got these straps in the club
b-tch, i got a full tucked
bet they wonderin’ how we gettin’ it in, ain’t slowin’ up
lot of cash, i ain’t goin’ back
block hot, got to lay low
residue all on the stove
neighbors trippin’, traffic need to slow
down, servin’ pounds for the low
run in here, no, wouldn’t do that
send some shots straight through your durag
hard times, hard times
n-gga had them mob ties, mob ties

[verse 1]
pull up in the hood to the new spot
speed got the load in, and all of ’em’s addies
if puncho don’t like you, he ruinin’ your package
my n-ggas wildin’ every day for breakfast
ride around high, don’t give no f-cks
i spin the block, you better duck
i shoot at you, we breakin’ rules, i’m sweepin’ road, whoa
yeah, they wonderin’ how i got that automatic fire
b-tch, i got a full plug
called up tune, told him get me some bucks
run in your sh-t while you sleep, you get punked
all of my n-ggas is with it
all of my n-ggas down to hit some missions
i just play dumb, n-ggas comin’ up missin’
know nothin’, stay quiet, them n-ggas just fishin’
ayy, i do this sh-t for my crew
go against us, get put on the news
solid n-ggas
all around me are solid n-ggas
boy, don’t try me, i fire at n-ggas
i pop out and put holes in your body, n-gga

[verse 2]
n-gga pillow talkin’ to a b-tch
quickest way to get your -ss hit
find his -ss and feed him to the pigs
army guns, we shootin’ through the bricks
organized crime at its finest
lot of work, i put in time for these diamonds
worst up or best up
try me, wish you the best luck, best luck
still can smell the gunpowder, whoa
once i get the cash, i can go
drive-bys, worst feeling ever
i get high to make me feel better
feel so much on the run, baby
cold case, i hope it’s done, baby
i’m tryna feed the block
i can’t explain, i can’t leave the block
free my n-ggas, rip to all my n-ggas, yeah
i swear i miss my dawgs
young n-gga, i make a way for my dawgs
it’s okay, you ain’t gotta pave the way for my dawgs
i love my n-ggas even if it ain’t no paper involved
i keep a strap, i let ’em have it, it get ratchet in jur-ssic

[outro]
yeah, i got a big strap, n-gga, don’t move
b-tch, i came here for the loot, ayy, yeah
in doubt
get to gettin’ in this motherf-cker if you move
i get to huh, young n-gga, move
then i’ma dead it, b-tch i’m up
n-gga i tell it, good job
young n-gga gettin’ head in the big truck, uh
pull up in the bentley, that’s a big truck

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