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russell! - mobbin' lyrics

[intro: dj pauly d]
yo, prizzy, it’s pauly d, you ready to mob out tonight? yeaaaaaaaaaaah budddy!

[hook: d-pryde]
we feeling like money
we feeling like the ish
she hanging with the team
they be feeling the cl!ck now
we be steady mobbin’
we ain’t in the mob though
tell em’ that we got it
the ain’t even on us baby
we be steady mobbin’, mobbin’, mob’mob’mo’ mobbin’
they be, th-they be feeling the cl!ck now
we be steady mobbin’
we ain’t in the mob though
tell em’ that we got it
the ain’t even on us baby

[verse 1: d-pryde]
young, reckless and broke boy, i rep the north and i’m proud of it
baker chicks in my bakery, they play with me and i pound m-ffins
they used to hate me, but now love it
from houston baby that down under
i did this girl, and she’s run it back
to three other chicks to say “how was it”?
i’m great boy, down pat
bro fist, pound that
these other rappers is dead wrong
so all their feelings are laid out flat
i do this here, fashionably late trick
hold up, hold up, hold up, wait, we in the spot dalmatian
my records play in in your stereo
plastic cup with that arizon’
if my voice is too nasally
i’ll speak to ya’ll with my baritone
got the fans going up, cause the videos are playing
vicious like wolves in the freaking himalayas
and my cl!ck is in innovative
got the sound, swagged out when your mom’s around
i swear to god i did it
whipping it down to thorough
you be whipping around a benz, i’m whipping around ya’ girl
still conquering all i can, got em’ and now i’m good
i’m the worlds biggest mistake and toronto’s misunderstood

[hook]

[verse 2: d-pryde]
dress shirts with some open b-ttons
no cash but i’m over stunting
teaspoon me, no robitussin
your girlfriend, mom, and your lola love it
different flavors like dr.pepper
making all the rap cats all surrender
i have never, i have got to a wrong contender
she’s like can you fix me? bob the builder
got my team with me, mars gang, and my family, and that’s that
got my dream with me, this music thing, and my ambition to get it and stack cash
if you wanna hate the music you can now, i really give a rats -ss
hotel, her heels of, she etta james’d me, at last
and i ain’t gotta hate on the fact that these haters front on me
telling me my ish’ can’t be real like it really isn’t
don’t believe my words now, i tell you haters suck on these
100 with my statements, i say this ish’ cause i did it
what the “fluack” is the deal? what the h-ll are ya’ll so impatient with?
you’re att-tude is tight just like my asian chick get a taste of this
i can’t wait for the day that my brothers make it
toronto’s misunderstood and the industry’s underrated

[hook]

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