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trill wilson x martii - mobbin lyrics

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[b-tch from arthur]
buster can you please turn that volume down?

[martii]
[verse 1]
drip, drip, drippin’ on my wrist
that shit turn to ice
ap on my wrist
keep ticking ladies luke the spice
ballin’ on the field
shootin’ hoops on the little tyke
you say you got a few girls
wanted d-ck but they dyk-s

i tell shortie go buss down
say she need herself a king
so i put on the crown
does it sink swim drizzy asked so
i choose to drown
so i cut it off with her
but she didn’t even break down

yuh

i got ten bands stuck to the money like glue
but i’m ridin’ with the crew
feel like i’m twenty-two
yeah, i’m ballin’ on the streets
yo, jordan what to do
took off, started runnin
jumped
then i flew

i’m mobbin’ on the streets
when i’m hanging with the crew
call me cheetah cause i spit fast
rappin’ up the zoo
b-tches all on my d-ck
martii’s who they look to
then they man’s walked in
and i said
“yo, what it do?”

fuckin’ on the beat
so you start to feel the heat
i’m ready for the game, top flight
strappin’ up my cleats
don’t play neat on the field
stay on the streets
make you ride b-tch
cuz it’s empty in the back seat

[trill wilson]
[verse 2]

yo trill
hoppin’ on the track
oo oo ah ah, ah ah ooh
b-tch want to fuck me
she had attack heart
d-mn rilly willy wanna fuck me
oo oo ah ah, ah ah ooh
girls love me
feel lucky
nigga toilet
yuh yuh aye yuh
crew
rip x

aye
yuh
ravioli nigga penis
talk jah with me

- trill wilson x martii lyrics

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