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mobb2it (Explicit) - clipping.

Okay

Chop that chop that screw that up

Pour that pass that tip that cup

Smash that drop that back that what

Act like you don't give a f**k

Lose that balance lose that tux

Spend that money smash them guts

Pop that p**sy beat your chest

Turn that beat up f**k the rest

F**k the world don't take that sh*t

Put them hands up sing that sh*t

Tell that lie, feel that burn

Ride that high, It's your turn

Turn this motherf**ker out

Show them what you all about

Twist them fingers rep your town

Hurry up it's going down

Call your gun a stabler

Call up your enabler

Live up to the fable

Break your leg, break a table

Like ye

Go spring break

Go bananas bruh go ape

Go go gadget, go Go-bots

Go gogo boots go get that guap

Get up go solo to the club

Go and get your partner off that hub

Or Rockefeller, Rock the bells

Rock a mohawk, lose your L's

Mix your P's up with your Q's

But what ever you gonna do

Don't come up in the club with that bullshit

They say they want that raw sh*t, that raw sh*t

That turn that beat up in your car sh*t, your car sh*t

I got you, Mob to it, you gotta just mob to it

You gotta just mob to it, you gotta just mob to it

They say they miss them old school gangstas

Them low-lows with the diamonds in they faces

We got you, Mob to it, you gotta just mob to it

You gotta just mob to it, you gotta just

Okay

Make this next left at the light

Light that up before you drive

Roll that Caddy extra slow

She don't want to see the po'

Get your lawyer on the phone

Call that b**ch who give that dome

Lay that seat back all the way

Play this CD all the way

Get your money all the way

Hit that pedal all the way

Eyes up at the traffic light

See if someone trying to fight

See if someone finna buy

Don't say nothing, you too high

Hit that highway hit that wall

Better pop that Adderall

Don't slow down, don't you fall

Don't you answer if she call

Don't call this number again

Grab that one, f**k her friend

F**k your life, f**k your pride

Shout out"F**k the other side"

Other side, knuckle up

Don't stop until he say cut

Don't cut unless I get paid

Don't stop Doing what I say

Don't stop get it get it

If you got it let me hit it

J

Get that ketchup with my fries

Better make it super sized

Don't you f**k up my interior

They say they want that raw sh*t, that raw sh*t

That turn that beat up in your car sh*t, your car sh*t

I got you, Mob to it, you gotta just mob to it

You gotta just mob to it, you gotta just mob to it

They say they miss them old school gangstas

Them low-lows with the diamonds in they faces

We got you, Mob to it, you gotta just mob to it

You gotta just mob to it, you gotta just

And if you got that paper

And you bought that scraper

And you feeling like a pimp say

Ay

And if you know somebody

Who know somebody

Who know somebody say

Ay

And if you got a hundred thousand dollars

All up in your mattress

And ain't nothing in the bank say

Ay

And if you got a man at home

But you still giving dome

To somebody in the club say

Yeah

Okay

Bring that whip when I get out

Bring your city, Bring a pound

Ring them motherf**king bells

Street sweeping up all the shells

Build a shelter out of straw

Chain that Pitt up, that's my dog

Coup them chickens, cook that rice

Make that money, shoot them dice

Shoot your guns up in the air

Shave a star into your hair

Kill that noise, Dead that talkin'

Burn that rubble, fill that coffin

Smoke that Barney, Play that fife

Whistle when you want the price

I got it for the low

They say they want that raw sh*t, that raw sh*t

That turn that beat up in your car sh*t, your car sh*t

I got you, Mob to it, you gotta just mob to it

You gotta just mob to it, you gotta just mob to it

They say they miss them old school gangstas

Them low-lows with the diamonds in they faces

We got you, Mob to it, you gotta just mob to it

You gotta just mob to it, you gotta just

Okay

Look

Some of these halfway houses bumping they gums

And they never seen a dentist, smell that

Hey

I'm trying to see a b**ch moon walk for real

Like Alice, no Brady Bunch

Mind your manners man and mine

You feel me

Keeping it Vanderbilt

You've got your feet hanging

Out your motherf**king Air Force 1's

I appreciate the hustle my dude

But you better paint your toes motherf**ker

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