Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mobbin' , by - Lil Dude. Release date: 22.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mobbin' |
| Rest in peace Prodigy, nigga I’m mobbin' |
| Huh, Luciano |
| Yeah, two point oh |
| Yeah, step back, jump shot, James Harden |
| I’m the realest nigga that ever did it |
| Pull the wrong nigga, I’m gettin' it, uh |
| Yeah, Luciano |
| Two point oh, two point oh |
| Ayy, ayy |
| Ooh, yeah, damn, dance on the world like I’m Carlton, ayy |
| I fucked your bitch at the Ritz Carlton, ayy |
| I’m doing this shit, yeah I’m mobbin', ayy |
| Rest in peace Prodigy nigga, I’m mobbin' |
| And I’m ballin' like the Harlem Globetrotters |
| I don’t do molly, I hang with the robbers |
| Young nigga all about the dollar |
| I drink the lean with the piña colada |
| Young nigga all about the dollar |
| I drink the lean with the piña colada |
| Young nigga all about the dollar |
| Cool nigga still pop his collar |
| Ask around who the real don dada |
| I ain’t no DJ, but I’m 'bout that drama |
| I was raised up to lie to your honor |
| Who got the ganja, I might need a farmer |
| I’m in too deep, I ain’t really had an option |
| Niggas they act and they do that shit often |
| Bro he was runnin' his shit up on Boston |
| We takin' them risks, my nigga we all in |
| I ain’t gon' lie, I feel like I’m fallin' |
| I ain’t gon' lie, your bitch she be callin' |
| I ain’t gon' lie, your bitch I’m adorin' |
| Your bitch I’ma feel her |
| And all these niggas, I don’t be feelin' |
| And all these niggas know I am the realest |
| And all these niggas know I might just kill 'em |
| Won’t give 'em a five, I might just slide |
| Yeah I cried when Ninety died |
| If a nigga want beef then he gotta die, ayy |
| I ain’t gon' know how yeah you know |
| I might pull up, kick it like judo |
| I might pull up, kick it like judo |
| And my house float, man I’m on Pluto |
| Yeah, I be a martian |
| Ooh, gas pack is fartin' |
| Ooh, these niggas worse |
| I get that money and work |
| I get the money and flirt |
| I might just pop me a perc, you know |
| I might just pop me a perc, ayy |
| She know she all in motion, ayy |
| I made this money go slow, ayy |
| I made this money go fast |
| Don’t matter nigga I’ma make this money gon' last, ayy |
| Ooh, yeah, damn, dance on the world like I’m Carlton, ayy |
| I fucked your bitch at the Ritz Carlton, ayy |
| I’m doing this shit, yeah I’m mobbin', ayy |
| Rest in peace Prodigy nigga, I’m mobbin' |
| And I’m ballin' like the Harlem Globetrotters |
| I don’t do molly, I hang with the robbers |
| Young nigga all about the dollar |
| I drink the lean with the piña colada |
| Young nigga all about the dollar |
| I drink the lean with the piña colada |
| Young nigga all about the dollar |
| Cool nigga still pop his collar |
| Ask around who the real don dada |
| I ain’t no DJ, but I’m 'bout that drama |
| I was raised up to lie to your honor |
| Who got the ganja, I might need a farmer |
| Who got the ganja, I might need a farmer |