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reese laflare - mobbin lyrics

you ain’t know, bet these n-ggas ain’t know
i’m out here chasin that check young n-gga be mobbing with my woes
some of my n-ggas be trappin clockin j’s and swing they dough
my young ? senses she h0m- with that dough
all my n-ggas ? fashion came from where eiffel live
leanin’ like the pisa, my b-tch shotgun she my rifle chick
shorty ? p-ssy call that murder she wrote
bad-ss like bart we on that bullsh-t like d-rose
young n-gga started with a thought then it turned into a plot
my plug fronted me a little then i went and copped a lot
my dawg went and bought a choppa sister gave his -ss a pot
and i jump off that porch with that porsche off the lot

now it’s nothing with my gang you thought we thuggin
me and my woes be mobbing cracking dutches like a hobby
i’m ? in the chevy turn your crib into a lobby
how we thumbin’ through them bands you think that money’s getting copied, copy?

n-gga it’s nothing
gang life like we thuggin
me and my woes be mobbing
stick together like we cousins
gang signs like we banging
money talk that’s my language
whole cl!ck we too deep, whole cl!ck we too deep

i want them bank rolls, bank rolls so we out rolling like xmas
my b-tch she east side, my lucky seven so i might roll with her next
my ? we too deep like cradles, d4l like fabo
call me master chief when we smoked out; kush head shots like halo
call it working out we throw up signs we reppin
all my n-ggas from the a but them choppas big as texans
on a paper chase i’m hungry all i want is cheese and lettuce
with all these whips and chains n-gga i’m looking like a fetish
celebration, money falling from the sky look like confetti boy
mobbed up my round table plates is all spaghetti boy
get served up, my n-ggas bout that action
don’t be lacking caught in traffic
finessing for them bands and blow it on designer fashion

now it’s nothing with my gang you think we thugging
me and my woes be mobbing cracking dutches like a hobby
i’m busting in the chevy turn your crib into a lobby
how we thumbin’ through them bands you think that money’s getting copied, copy?

- reese laflare lyrics

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