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