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pizzle - gold mobb anthem lyrics

[verse 1:]
looking at a n-gga from the bottom
the real bottom of the pill bottle
told my n-gga that i got to shoot a video to make it
and he came with the cam like vado
pizz sl!ck with the bars, can’t buy those…
less you talking about cutting them bands
my n-ggas on the block cutting it up with them pans
and i’m tryna plan me a trip to j-pan
i mean who it possibly be?
to the game ain’t no blocking me, need what i got to receive
thought it was locked ’til i got me a key
steady at running at the mouth
when my n-ggas get to airing it is not mckie
you goofies balling, not mcgee
my crew keep balling, not fatigue
yo’ b-tch blend in with me, not fatigue
getting top, blowing sour deis’
you look sour coward
getting it 24 hour, jack bauer
you n-ggas rocking them spikes done jacked bowser
if i want it i just shoot my shot and it enter net like a browser
then i just make sure my section ate like public housing
gotta make it a public outting when i out you n-ggas for doubting
you could never discount me even though i got all these vouchers
leave prints on the game, that albert
n-ggas pardon my caliber, you outdated on a calendar, end up scathing an amateur
my n-gga cardo on the beat n-gga
they just traded durant to the heat n-gga
never lose but you see what’s on da feet n-gga
need a b-tch so bad, could get an insomniac to sleep with her

[hook:]
ugh
and we just outchea politicin’
suited up, looking like a politician
on my gold mobb sh-t what you doin ho?
it ain’t what you do, its who you doin’ in for

- pizzle lyrics

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