| 2 love to the mob
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| With a couple Capos and a hundred fuckin' Dons
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| Call up Slaughter Gang, you’ll get your shit popped
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| Draco with a drum, this bitch ain’t never gon' stop
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| We on that 9th Ward shit, Slaughter Gang shit
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| Green Store shit, it’s the mob, bitch
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| Yeen got mob ties, you just on our dick (pussy)
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| Pull up with a stick and these pussy’s gettin' hit
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| Pull up with a stick, let it hit
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| Pull up with the stick, let it hit
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| Pull up with the stick, let it hit
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| Pull up with the stick, let it hit
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| I put this on the ten, I’ma end
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| His life, no beginnin', fuck a friend
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| Bitch I’m with the mob, you can’t get in
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| We’ve committed sin, free my niggas in the pen
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| Free Omerta
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| Mob shit, big sticks, get killed
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| Thought she was dancin' on the dick, that’s the clip
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| We ain’t gon' shoot up in the air, you gettin' hit
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| Just GF, we ain’t clickin' up with shit
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| Got your hoe screaming «woah, woah, woah»
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| My verses ten, we ain’t gon' fold, fold, fold
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| And you know we been havin' shit
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| All of these niggas is average
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| Swallow my dick just like a Brisk
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| Do 25 hundred no Ethel Ridge
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| So many blue strips, my pocket look like a crip
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| Throw it at peasants, fuck nigga, have it
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| Ho I’m mobbin', you starvin'
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| You a victim, I’m robbin'
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| 2 love to the mob
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| With a couple Capos and a hundred fuckin' Dons
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| Call up Slaughter Gang, you’ll get your shit popped
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| Draco with a drum, this bitch ain’t never gon' stop
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| We on that 9th Ward shit, Slaughter Gang shit
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| Green Store shit, it’s the mob, bitch
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| Yeen got mob ties, you just on our dick (pussy)
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| Pull up with a stick and these pussy’s gettin' hit
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| Pull up with a stick, let it hit
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| Pull up with the stick, let it hit
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| Pull up with the stick, let it hit
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| Pull up with the stick, let it hit
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| I put this on the ten, I’ma end
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| His life, no beginnin', fuck a friend
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| Bitch I’m with the mob, you can’t get in
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| We’ve committed sin, free my niggas in the pen
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| Free Omerta
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| Mob shit, Purp Gang, that’s my gang
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| Loaded Family, nigga ain’t no way I’m changin'
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| Get the commas, get the cash, do the numbers
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| I been grindin' all summer gettin' that lumber
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| Pull up, we takin' shit (gimme that)
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| Pull up we lay the shit down
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| And know we ain’t basic, bitch
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| Pull in your hood with them rounds
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| My wrist is on a 10, I’m in that Benz
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| I let her get in, her and her friends
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| Loso Loaded comin' straight out the jungle
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| Loso Loaded comin' straight out the dirty
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| Loso Loaded get that check on the third
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| Loso Loaded get that check on the first
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| Crime paid, dis the life that I chose
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| I’m Slaughter Gang, niggas draped up in gold
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| Hellcat, yea it came with the kit
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| Bases loaded, nigga I’m on my shit
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| Burnin' rubber on a broke nigga’s bitch
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| Pull up with a stick and I let it hit
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| I pull up with a stick and I let it hit
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| I pull up with a stick and I let it hit
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| Loso Loaded
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| Pull up with a stick, let it hit
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| Pull up with the stick, let it hit
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| Pull up with the stick, let it hit
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| Pull up with the stick, let it hit
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| I put this on the ten, I’ma end
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| His life, no beginnin', fuck a friend
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| Bitch I’m with the mob, you can’t get in
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| We’ve committed sin, free my niggas in the pen
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| Free Omerta |