Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 4.6 , by - Mob FigazRelease date: 19.02.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
4.6 |
| I’m on a mission for money, dreams n’Bentleys n’Ferrarris |
| Influenced by the biggest ballas now bitches wanna call us Picture me with all the cheese mansion lookin overseas |
| Pushin limosuines n’stackin hunits n’g’z |
| Dubbz on my sports car six car garage |
| Its like a mirage when you step off my back yard |
| Rollies whinnin diamonds shinnin I’m gettin mine |
| Them models you see on TV fuckin em’all the time |
| Zippin on $ 200 bottles of champainge |
| Till I’m dead in the game wont a damn thang change |
| I’m a boss bitch thats why I floss bitch |
| And we leave from the club you gettin tossed bitch |
| Besta believe I’m a thug keep it crackin n’stackin my mill |
| Taller than (??) (??) n’roll like a back down |
| Fuck goin’back to jail |
| Bitch I’m back to the hotel in my V12 wit mo’kill |
| Yall dont wanna see me in my 4.6 |
| Twenty inch rims with the all chrome kit |
| Ballin like king tut two rollies |
| Mac like goldies somebody better hold me Yall dont wanna see me in my 4.6 |
| twenty inch rims with the all chrome kit |
| Ballin like king tut nigga what |
| Two rollies somebody better hold me You see me sliddin up not givin a fuck we done been up Throwin up the mob down the block so bring it up |
| I be flossin in my Mercedes wit yo lady |
| Got her tossin zippin on Baileys we do it daily |
| It aint NOOOO bitch livin up on this earth that can play me It aint NOOOO snitch livin up on this earth that can hate me I be sideways shakin dick up on the highway |
| Havin it my way I think it was a Friday better yet a Thursday |
| Thinkin about the first day my CLK went to hit the bay |
| It was a true figga young mob figga make mans skrilla |
| Gettin close up on the trigga |
| Yall dont wanna see me in my 4.6 seee |
| TVs in the back seat |
| Now police wanna catch me Cuz I’m livin large $ 80,000 cars |
| A young ghetto star no matter who you are |
| I put dubbz on my Benz got my 64 lifted |
| Swimmin in money because I’m gifted |
| Livin the life of a rap star Bentleys n’double R’s |
| Ride luxury cars flossin wit allstars |
| Catch me overseas counting g’z and they hate it Mad cuz a thug nigga done made it Wanna see me down and out bank account on rip |
| You players haters you can suck a fat dick |
| I put the gat to yo lip breath smellin like shit no breathin |
| To the wizard of oz hard courage is what you needin |
| Beat up n’get up out it before I draw down |
| Wit a 44 caliber desert eagle got shit locked down |
| Like a dog pound and we all down |
| For that dubb C L mafia loc |
| Aint no stoppin us loc |
| Not unless you poppin us loc |
| I’m a floss across town like the president |
| Flip a yay and dont touch no evidence |
| Baller Style! |
| I’m a cap pilla you fuckin wit some real killas |
| Ride through my 9 milla on cock like a dike bitch |
| I’m bellin it tight bitch |
| My profile aint rightous I’m a thug lord |
| I got whatever you need like a drug store |
| Hard core killin off all enimies |
| Them dollies crackin speed knum you on my g’z |
| I be ballin like Rasheed Wallace but fuck college |
| All a nigga need is my heat and some of this street knowledge |
| Get some dollas straight thuged out |
| Put up in yo chest n’still holla all in my mouth tryin to get popped out |
| But I burn rubber on hood rats we ridin high speed |
| Cuz I like to drop E off Remy and weed |
| I’m through the town like the HIV |
| Regulatin strikin dirty wit a fake ID |
| Instead of hatin I be chassin this paper hard status |
| Its in my nature still copin kids never potin licks wit no fakies |