Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mob Ties , by - Nacho Picasso. Song from the album Exalted, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nacho
Song language: English
Mob Ties |
| Got mob ties, like Mob Wives |
| I’m traumatized, Steve Jobs died |
| My mom’s high, and I’m hog tied |
| Im pop-eye to these pop guys |
| I pop like a pop fly |
| Plastic fork on the pot pie |
| I’m a Gremlin, not a Mogwai |
| I’m a bad guy, never on time |
| I’m getting money, listen |
| Commission Kyle Grisham |
| I feel like Sonny Liston |
| Old head, like «sonny, listen» |
| No braiding bummy missions |
| Oh head, I see your vision |
| You can’t see ambition |
| You’re lacking ammunition |
| Like a Contra code, something golden, something rolled |
| Something borrowed or something old |
| Something new, or something stolen |
| Fuck your parents, lose control |
| Sex, drugs, and rock and roll |
| Fuck your diet, rocky road |
| Yo Adrian, that’s Rocky’s ho |
| I make it rain, she pop it though |
| You’re trafficking, no stop and go go |
| My African’s so tropical |
| I laugh at you, so comical |
| On Twitter I’m so topical |
| Tatted up abdominal, all my snowmen abominable |
| I tell them hoes to vamanos |
| Adios! |
| That’s Nacho bitch |
| That’s Nacho change |
| Consider a lot of shit done changed since Nacho came |
| That’s Nacho friend |
| That’s Nacho bitch |
| See the world a lot different through Nacho’s lense |
| That’s Nacho car |
| This Nacho town |
| I done made my own name, that’s Nacho style |
| That’s Nacho’s chips |
| That’s Nacho rich |
| Everybody stop and listen when Nacho spits |
| My father’s Dirty Harry, my mother’s Bloody Marry |
| I don’t believe in fairies, police are Tom & Jerry |
| My bitches wanna square me, seen bitches that’ll share me |
| My pregnant miss is bare feet, your brother does not scare me |
| And I’m not all that, 26 grams |
| Two in the air, I’m going H.A.M |
| Who wanna stare, new to the spare, like Gucci LaFlare |
| The Gucci I wear, the coochie I tear |
| The bougie ass groupies with roofies out there |
| Its like goofing off boofy ass niggas like Cher |
| There, life is not fair, I do not care, yeah |
| She got postpartum, decompose darling |
| In my rose garden, my favorite show starting |
| And you’re co-starring, as a ghost Cartman |
| She had a lot of niggers, but I’m the most charming |
| I got a baby face, but I’m the most harming |
| See ya lady’s face, Darigold carton |
| Tell-Tale Heart, scary old apartment |
| Keep my pistol loaded, and my machete sharpened |