Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song mobb2it, artist - clipping.. Date of issue: 10.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
mobb2it |
| 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 fuck |
| Lose that balance lose that tux |
| Spend that money smash them guts |
| Pop that pussy beat your chest |
| Turn that beat up fuck the rest |
| Fuck the world don’t take that shit |
| Put them hands up sing that shit |
| Tell that lie, feel that burn |
| Ride that high, It’s your turn |
| Turn this motherfucker 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 shit, that raw shit |
| That turn that beat up in your car shit, your car shit |
| 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 mob to it |
| 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 bitch 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 |
| 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, fuck her friend |
| Fuck your life, fuck your pride |
| Shout out «Fuck 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 |
| Get that ketchup with my fries |
| Better make it super sized |
| Don’t you fuck up my interior |
| 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 motherfucking 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 |
| Do it again |
| 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 bitch moon walk for real |
| Like Alice, no Brady Bunch |
| Mind your manners and |
| You feel me |
| Keeping it Vanderbilt |
| You’ve got your feet hanging out your motherfucking Air Force 1's |
| I appreciate the hustle my dude |
| But you better paint your toes motherfucker |