Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mobbin , by - Reese Laflare. Song from the album Dsnrtrapn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 30.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Laflare
Song language: English
Mobbin |
| You ain’t know, bet these niggas ain’t know |
| I’m out here chasin that check young nigga be mobbing with my woes |
| Some of my niggas be trappin clockin J’s and swing they dough |
| My young? |
| senses she homo with that dough |
| All my niggas? |
| fashion came from where Eiffel live |
| Leanin' like the Pisa, my bitch shotgun she my rifle chick |
| Shorty? |
| pussy call that murder she wrote |
| Badass like Bart we on that bullshit like D-Rose |
| Young nigga started with a thought then it turned into a plot |
| My plug fronted me a little then I went and copped a lot |
| My dawg went and bought a choppa sister gave his ass a pot |
| And I jump off that porch with that Porsche off the lot |
| Now it’s nothing with my gang you thought we thuggin |
| Me and my woes be mobbing cracking dutches like a hobby |
| I’m? |
| in the Chevy turn your crib into a lobby |
| How we thumbin' through them bands you think that money’s getting copied, copy? |
| Nigga it’s nothing |
| Gang life like we thuggin |
| Me and my woes be mobbing |
| Stick together like we cousins |
| Gang signs like we banging |
| Money talk that’s my language |
| Whole click we too deep, whole click we too deep |
| I want them bank rolls, bank rolls so we out rolling like Xmas |
| My bitch she east side, my lucky seven so I might roll with her next |
| My? |
| we too deep like cradles, D4L like Fabo |
| Call me Master Chief when we smoked out; |
| Kush head shots like Halo |
| Call it working out we throw up signs we reppin |
| All my niggas from the A but them choppas big as Texans |
| On a paper chase I’m hungry all I want is cheese and lettuce |
| With all these whips and chains nigga I’m looking like a fetish |
| Celebration, money falling from the sky look like confetti boy |
| Mobbed up my round table plates is all spaghetti boy |
| Get served up, my niggas bout that action |
| Don’t be lacking caught in traffic |
| Finessing for them bands and blow it on designer fashion |
| Now it’s nothing with my gang you think we thugging |
| Me and my woes be mobbing cracking dutches like a hobby |
| I’m busting in the Chevy turn your crib into a lobby |
| How we thumbin' through them bands you think that money’s getting copied, copy? |
| Nigga it’s nothing |
| Gang life like we thuggin |
| Me and my woes be mobbing |
| Stick together like we cousins |
| Gang signs like we banging |
| Money talk that’s my language |
| Whole click we too deep, whole click we too deep |