Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mob Ties, artist - Drake. Date of issue: 28.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mob Ties |
| Ayy, sick of these niggas (sick) |
| Sick of these niggas (sick, sick) |
| Hire some help (help), get rid of these niggas (skrr) |
| Sick of this shit, move to the Ritz |
| Turned out the bitch (ayy) |
| It is what it is, yeah |
| GLE, 'cause that Lambo movin' fast (skrr) |
| S Class, G Class, lotta class (sss, sss) |
| In a rocket and that bitch ain't got no tags (skrr, skrr) |
| Louis bags in exchange for body bags, yeah |
| Sick of these niggas (sick) |
| Sick of these niggas (sick, sick) |
| Hire some help (help), get rid of these niggas (grr) |
| Fuck what it was, it is what it is |
| Whatever you did, it is what it is |
| And I'm so tired (tired) |
| I fuck with the mob and I got ties (lotta ties, lotta ties) |
| Knock you off to pay their tithes (oh) |
| They want me gone but don't know why |
| It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit |
| I'm your brother shit, all that other shit |
| It's too late for all that |
| It's too late for all that, ayy |
| It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit |
| I'm your brother shit, all that other shit |
| It's too late for all that, ayy |
| It's too late for all that |
| Ayy, sick of these niggas |
| I'm sick of these niggas |
| Hire some help, get rid of these niggas |
| I'm not with the ra-ra |
| I am a Dada |
| My bitch in Chanel now |
| Your bitch in Escada (sick, sick, sick, sick) |
| Yeah, and they shook |
| Please don't let them fool ya, I don't care how they look (nah) |
| Heard all of the talkin', now it's quiet, now it's shush (shh) |
| Twenty-nine is comin', they on edge when I cook (cook) |
| Lead the league in scorin', man, but look at my assists (shh) |
| Yes I be with Future but I like to reminisce (yeah) |
| I do not forget a thing, I'm patient, it's a gift (yeah) |
| Try to tell 'em they ain't got to do it, they insist (they insist) |
| Yeah, I can tell |
| I just gave 'em two for forty million like Chappelle (two) |
| Standin' over coffin with a hammer and a nail (two) |
| Heard you hit up so and so, that name don't ring a bell, nah |
| Sick of these niggas (sick) |
| Hire some help, get rid of these niggas |
| I'm sick of this shit (sick, sick) |
| I'm runnin' a blitz (ayy) |
| Whatever you did (ayy), it is what it is |
| And I'm so tired (tired) |
| I fuck with the mob and I got ties (lotta ties, lotta ties) |
| Knock you off to pay their tithes |
| They want me gone but don't know why |
| It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit |
| I'm your brother shit, all that other shit |
| It's too late for all that |
| It's too late for all that, ayy |
| It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit |
| I'm your brother shit, all that other shit |
| It's too late for all that, ayy |
| It's too late for all that |