Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mobster, artist - Robb Bank$. Album song Tha Leak 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: WORKING ON DYING
Song language: English
Mobster |
| Hello there, you’re back |
| We don’t have much time to waste |
| The eclipse is almost here |
| Let’s just jump on into it, shall we? |
| Yea! |
| I put that teardrop right under my eyes |
| Got a bitch Ronda Rousey, knock out every night |
| I could hold my own funeral so you don’t slide |
| I can count on the bodies the times I done cried |
| I was out in a mansion, Elon |
| Marinara sauce on me, my tie |
| Hoe, you can’t even dress, trynna take up my time |
| Bitch say she into fashion, stop lyin' |
| I fake-fake fall in love all the time |
| Always dub one and I always keep a dime |
| Play wit' her pussy like I play wit' her mind |
| Yellow bitch wit' the face-tats like Lil Skies |
| I heard the pussy musky, no Grimes |
| Off of this Tesla, swear nothin' can’t faze me |
| Let’s have a baby, name it an equation |
| Sorry, I can move a lil' fast sometimes |
| Line outside wrapped around, where ya' ticket? |
| 20,000 hoes waitin' in the cold to lick it |
| Back step, blockin' these bitches like Tekken |
| Spinnin' on my head, Eddy, I kick her out butt naked |
| Make somebody daughter shake what they mama gave 'em |
| I ain’t no snitch but I’m tellin' if you break it |
| Put that ass on punishment, you bad, need a spankin' |
| Open yo' mouth for these Dragon Balls then make ya' wishes, I |
| Don’t like how she talk |
| Braggin' like you got me off |
| Made the bitch suck dick on soft |
| You fool, this ain’t even my final form |
| I’m Frieza, this ice by GiMa got me cold! |
| (Yea) |
| Rinnegan, snatch a bitch’s soul |
| I pull 'em in, pull it out, sub 'em in, throw 'em out (Yea) |
| I’m the type of panties she be talkin' 'bout (Yea) |
| Pull it out the pants, make her suck sum' (Yea) |
| I don’t think clear 'til that nut gone (Yea) |
| She think 'bout her future when I fuck (Yea) |
| I think about leavin' after I cum (Yea) |
| I can make a bitch in a Phantom (Yea) |
| I don’t wanna talk 'bout my last one (Yea) |
| I already got caught wit' the last one (Yea) |
| Used to have to fuck her wit' the lights off (Yea) |
| Make it sound good for me baby, uh-huh |
| Tell your boyfriend |
| I look so good she could fuck on my shadow |
| Know when I’m on wax, niggas can’t hold the candle |
| I got a white bitch, Kappa Gamma, get paddled |
| Hump wit' intuition, she ride like a saddle |
| When she bring her sorority sister, we wrestle |
| Give my seed like a farmer and treat her like cattle |
| Brand a, bitch, switch |
| Paci', let me, milk this, shit |
| Enny, Audi, Eda, Benny |
| Free him, out the, peni-tentiary |
| Baby, I’ma, give you a, physical |
| Pop this, lil', Tesla, wit' me |
| Speed it |
| Speed it up |
| Be-be-beat it up |
| Meep meep, roadrunner, never, catch me |
| Gold, ruby |
| Red, ruby |
| Like Sesshomaru, single-handed, talkin' 'bout (Yea) |
| 'Cuz I made killers and I’m a made nigga |
| Never gave birth but I made you bitches (Chyea) |
| 16, I was growin' up, on the block, showin' up, first wit' the K wit' |
| compression |
| You can ask 'round 'bout me, even when I was a shorty, make 'em get on they |
| knees so I could bless 'em |
| My wrist like «Bust me» |
| My hoes like «Touch me» |
| When you drop that tongue ring |
| Come and show me something |
| Ooh-ooh |
| She want Chanel and the diamonds and gold |
| Watered her like-like I ain’t done this before |
| Steady lookin' 'round trynna find her phone |
| She tried to do another line, baby wipe yo' nose |
| I put that teardrop right under my eyes |
| Got a bitch Ronda Rousey, knock out every night |
| I could hold my own funeral so you don’t slide |
| I can count on the bodies the times I done cried |
| I was out in a mansion, Elon |
| Marinara sauce on me, my tie |
| Hoe, you can’t even dress, trynna take up my time |
| Bitch say she into fashion, stop lyin' |