Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mobbing (feat. Troy Ave), artist - Papoose. Album song You Can't Stop Destiny, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.07.2015
Record label: Honorable
Song language: English
Mobbing (feat. Troy Ave) |
Real niggas, we back in style! |
It’s Thugga! |
(Troy Ave) |
Papoose, Papoose! |
50 deep in the club, homie, we mobbing (We mobbing!) |
Stick-up kids with me, killas with me, we mobbing (Mobbing!) |
Fuck a guest list, we gon' mob regardless |
M-O-B-B-I-N-G, we mobbing! |
(Yeah!) |
Even brought my connect with me, we mobbing (Mobbing!) |
Homies from every set with me, we mobbing (What!) |
Balenciagas, bitches in red bottoms |
M-O-B-B-I-N-G, we mobbing! |
(There is no God but you) |
Fuck who niggas out here buzzing, I’m 'bout to buzz with 'em |
Yeah, they say his cousin be bugging, well hit his cuz with him! |
Mollies make 'em feel like they tough, he got them drugs in him |
Lead shower, bloodbath, he in the tub with 'em! |
Heard his girl riding and dying, she in love with him |
They say only God can judge, she getting judged with him (Damn!) |
Sensitive thugs need hugs, I don’t fuck with 'em |
Right after I hug 'em I slug 'em, you could get hugged with 'em |
On that Bobby Schmurda shit, homie, I grew up illing |
Ever since I been in fifth grade, man, I been drug dealing |
Niggas trying to tell me to chill, motherfuck chilling |
If he tell you to chill, then he ain’t got no thug in him! |
Her shoes be red bottom like she got blood in 'em |
Stomp a mudhole in your ass, put some mud in him |
You be gettin high with them dudes, smoking bud with 'em |
But you never eat with them niggas, why you don’t grub with 'em? |
50 deep in the club, homie, we mobbing (We mobbing!) |
Stick-up kids with me, killas with me, we mobbing (Mobbing!) |
Fuck a guest list, we gon' mob regardless |
M-O-B-B-I-N-G, we mobbing! |
(Yeah!) |
Even brought my connect with me, we mobbing (Mobbing!) |
Homies from every set with me, we mobbing (What!) |
Balenciagas, bitches in red bottoms |
M-O-B-B-I-N-G, we mobbing! |
(There is no God but you) |
Mobbing, «money over bitches» be the motto |
Made mines gambling my freedom, what’s a lotto |
Jackpot when you got crack spots? |
Protect mines |
Hop out with two nines like jackpots, really nigga! |
Young willing nigga working toward a milli, nigga |
If you ain’t about that paper, you don’t fuckin' feel me, nigga! |
Blew 50K in the summer, word to my mother |
Before we bought the Benz or that Hummer, we bought that butter! |
Mellie took the oil then you hit it with that cold |
I was using microwaves in hotels that ain’t have stoves |
I’m a H-U-S-T-L-E-R, hustler |
No tolerance for silly hoes and bustas |
But I still moves, BSB, you can trust us |
Troy Ave bringing the city its due justice |
No peace, except on the car, you see the sign? |
Gold piece flooded in stone, you see me shine? |
50 deep in the club, homie, we mobbing (We mobbing!) |
Stick-up kids with me, killas with me, we mobbing (Mobbing!) |
Fuck a guest list, we gon' mob regardless |
M-O-B-B-I-N-G, we mobbing! |
(Yeah!) |
Even brought my connect with me, we mobbing (Mobbing!) |
Homies from every set with me, we mobbing (What!) |
Balenciagas, bitches in red bottoms |
M-O-B-B-I-N-G, we mobbing! |
(There is no God but you) |