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sab'uh - rap rap lyrics

[intro]
i’m just tryna teach the way
i’m just tryna teach the way
you can act all you want, lil’ b+tch
just know we don’t even gotta play

i’m the one, i pave the way, yeah
i’m the one, i pave the way

[verse 1]
i just got my girl to morph into my side chick while i’m hittin’
ion got a thing to say—i like that, i like that
and i like what i’m seein’—i like that, i like that
i just poured up all the gasoline—i’ma light that
if i pull with that mazolini, p+ssy fight back

and you gotta problem? pull up on me if you like that
i swear on my glock, she is not my b+tch, we just kissed
i swear on my glock, ion got a problem wit’ yo’ kids
i tell her pull up to the crib—once we finish, you can leave
if you think i’m crazy, you is crazy, baby, i’m just me

i got thе f+ckin’ apple, ain’t no snakin’, no blood up on the leavеs
if i’m chillin’, we all chillin’—if i’m not, then it’s on news
somethin’ woke me up, grab my phone, hit the f+ckin’ snooze
i’m only talkin’ money—israeli with the jews
korka talkin’ seven different languages when he off that booze
the only thing that’s missing in my house is a jacuzzi
i got a gun fetish, since a kid, birthday wish was uzi

[verse 2]
when i turned 12
i got out the house, and you know it’s f+ck 12
ion give a f+ck—rob the store, i’m not there
even all the way in paris, i got stopped there

tryna snake me for some p+ssy while i’m not there
hit the club—paparazzi know i’m not dead
and i know that p+ssy mine ‘cause it is not theirs

i’m the boss, not the boss type—cosa nostra
i’m only doin’ this for the money ‘cause it’s f+ck fame
b+tch, i’m everything but a rapper—this sh+t called art, lame

feel like chrissy, what the f+ck—where is my arc, mane?
i know i’m tony deep inside, but i cannot say it
we the mob in this b+tch—we are not playin’
we the mob

(outro)
mafia
yeah, this the mob
we the mafia
this the mafia

- sabuh lyrics

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