Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mobwire , by - Philthy Rich. Release date: 17.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mobwire |
| We on the radio nigga |
| Your girl wanna blow me now |
| Getting more head than a 30 on a 40 cal |
| Turn the radio down I’m tryna hear if this tree is loud |
| It’s crazy that your bitch said we fly, cause we breathing clouds |
| Got an eighth on me now tell the bitch bring a liter home |
| (?) it ain’t cool but when I leave I put my heater on |
| Gotta be a nerd ass nigga ain’t heard of me before |
| True Religion, (?) and Stalin they my amigos too |
| I ain’t let a bird out the cage, I let my eagle go |
| Coke on me, we leaning, but I don’t need it though |
| Your girlfriend dropped 6 bands, but i don’t need you hoe |
| Broke her when I met her when I let her go she leaving broke |
| Knock you squares off with this ladder you think we a joke |
| I’m from California my nigga I never seen it snow |
| 'Cept for in my kitchen my nigga and we was weighin' blow |
| Mobwire, my nigga, only God flyer |
| Tryna keep warm by the fire in my fly attire |
| Never wanna rap on a beat 'less it’s a (crier)? |
| Feds wanna run through my spot, give me another prior |
| Mane I’m turnt up with the Glock, you scared join the choir |
| S’Philthy, look, look |
| I say these broke niggas mad I got they rent in my pocket |
| I went from being a used to be to the number one topic |
| The mob of the wire, the wire of the mob |
| The hottest in the bay you other niggas get your jobs |
| I can’t explain the feeling when I copped my first foreign |
| Got shooters that’ll get it done for a fit and some Jordans |
| They say all I rap about is money, well bitch that’s what I’m having |
| I was real before rap on 580 with the package |
| I salute any real nigga that really touching cash |
| I really came from the bottom I was working with my last |
| Now I’m working with a whole thang I never stopped at half |
| In every city I touch down I always rep the ave |
| Only wish I ever had was to touch 36 ounces |
| But I made it happen and it ain’t come from rapping |
| Unless you talking Saran, trafficking in vacuum sealed |
| If you talking more than 40 we can talk about it (?) |
| They say leave the streets alone and I can get a deal |
| Tryna sell this white girl like stress so I can get a meal |
| Mobwire nigga |
| Part of the five families we come to the round table |
| I’m my brother keeper; |
| no Kane and Abel |
| You see the purple label, you see the foreign whips |
| That’s that Mobwire, Cypress Village, Bay shit |
| I was in the Matrix whip it try to get a brick |
| Go run and chase the money fuck a bitch |
| Niggas snitching they tell them we the hottest on |
| Smoking on purp watching the world through my kaleidoscope |
| Pushing rhymes like dope and it paid off |
| Now we playing with stacks like Bernie Madoff |
| It’s a celebration niggas; |
| Mazel Tov |
| Livewire boss, I know these niggas hating |
| Shoutout my momma rest in peace my dadda your son made it |
| Everyday my birthday, no happy belated |
| Bitch I’m an Oakland Raider, bitch I’m an Oakland Raider |
| Bounce out with your ass we the desintigrator |
| So much paper, we got paper cuts |
| Ya them other niggas cool, but they ain’t us |
| Fuck around get your whole head tapered up |
| CEO shit, Tony Draper papered up |
| Respect amongst man is what we demand of eachother |
| AR with the double drum for my band of brothers |
| Magazines asking questions about my track (?) |
| I think he was on people tryna wrap me up but I see you |
| You ain’t heard that I’m the crack that you gave me as one of them babies |
| I’m so dope I can sell myself I’m way too mainey ya this shit paid me |
| You got rap cause the crack I sold was killing my kind |
| And so my other brother (?) tried doing that time |
| But his minds (?) so all them rookies talk about cookies |
| Just imposters can’t be mobsters I feel like Tony around all these (?) |
| I never ask them why all these squares tryna call me Rock |
| I know the reason why Gotti went (?) |
| Gangsta gangsta (?) with the banger |
| Huey P and Lew real recognize real and nigga you a stranger |
| I’m a real rider and this mobwire |
| Bitch you’ll fight and you’ll hide |
| Nigga I ain’t got no friends you either family or you gone buy |
| Customer and I come for ya if you stab me in my back |
| Niggas will catch you with ya kids |
| We don’t be killing niggas on wax |
| These obituaries is facts (?) extended in these tracks |
| So don’t try me with all these questions your best bet is just to ease back, |
| nigga |
| Word to Sean my ratchets still go off I promise |
| Word to (?) who tried to show you niggas where the (?) is |
| We talking power when the illest niggas merge |
| Mob Figaz, Livewire power surge in the song |