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the mekanix - cruisin' & mobbin' lyrics

[pre verse: husalah]
b+tch, man turn me up to maximum insanest
t + t + the mekanix
insanest with no containments doing entertainment
you feel me?
they can’t blame it, you feel me?

{verse 1: husalah]
yo, you can ask yo b+tch if the house is dope
she’ll tell you it’s the dopest she know
dope fiends, in my kitchen doe, dope fiends, in my kitchen bro
i like to get, lots of guap, finna come in ride in the big black drop
h+lla slide, h+lla f+cking knock, being round the corner, h+lla knock

yeah b+tch, tone that sh+t down, b+tch yoking of the ground n+gga
and it’s seven three mob doe, four doors, with no poke hoe
they in a real glass house bro, if they got my pope from my window
n+gga big black four fifty four hit the block sideways f+ck a sideshow

[hook: husalah]
n+gga, i’m just cruisin’ and mobbin’, n+gga
we just trunked this throbbin, n+gga
with the glock four four tho
cuz little b+tch n+ggas want problems, n+gga
but your girlfriend with me
and the b+tch think she with me
i told her b+tch to slow down
before the b+tch overdose like whitney

[verse 2: keak da sneak]
cruisin opp trunk vibing i’m just f+ckin’ round
15’s in the back with your b+tch bound
found it, stand it alot of show sound
said shooting heat from the wine like fresh off the mound
i’m down for whatever and sh+t and after that
never took one without giving a ’bout a hundred back
lying on a stack of ten, packs i can move a week
take a pick of the work overnight then i get back chuck e. cheese

b+tch please, tryna tell a n+gga turn it down
now everything turned up, tell me how it sound
you’ll catch a round like a clown treading up on something
grab ya break your neck, uppercut split your chin
you’ll catch a round like a clown treading up on something
grab ya break your neck, uppercut i’ll switch your chin
again again again, by choice you b+tch trying voice it in

[verse 3: turf talk]
i get in the garage, pull it out when its ready
buy another chrome piece whenever i touch money (touch money)
caught got enaught[?] , nicknamed fee scale
i swear if i could i’d sell dope through an email

b+tches always getting caught, always going to jail
either you take big risks or you stupid as h+ll
man i told you about you boy man you n+gga’s a rag
you need to cut him off or your just as bad

i said momma check it out i ain’t tryna be poor
i serving raw cocaine, i ain’t going to jan pole
knock more hoe in my old school then my new school
now i got more hoes than i’m used to
now i’m having more money than i’m used to
i don’t gotta borrow sh+t like i used to
yo we came along way from them nose bleeds
now we cash out for the court seeds

- the mekanix lyrics

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