Текст песни
Soldado. Aye, damn, I got Tommy guns, mob, Mob, mob, mob. Damn, shit, I got hella hoes, mob, Mob, mob, mob. Damn, shit, I just hit a lick, Mob, mob, mob, mob. Damn, aye, now I'm on foes, mob, Mob, mob. Got a couple of bitches I can chill with. Got a main bitch, and a mistress. Bendin' corners in the foreign on some pimp shit. Eatin' fish and chips, with my black bitch. Me on my boost mobile, chirp chirp, I can get 'em. Prices goin' up and down Like the gas prices, nigga. Niggas actin' like they trappin' but don't got no Place to live. Lately I've been callin' crazy, I might buy another Benz. Take my bitch to the A, guarantee a nigga Hit. I don't want a girlfriend, Man I need a whole bitch. Fuckin' with my nigga Steve, I just hit the Cali sticks. I just had a fuckin' dream that I hit for twenty bricks. In the house all day, still hit for six Bands. Could'a went and got the Pradas, But I went and got the Vans. Got the Glock forty tucked in case these niggas Wanna dance. And if a nigga wanna squabble, He can see me with these hands. Goddamn. Aye, damn, I got Tommy guns, Mob, mob, Mob, Damn, shit, I got hella hoes, Mob, mob, Mob. Damn, shit, I just hit a lick, Mob, mob, mob, mob. Damn, aye, now I'm on foes, mob, Mob. I got niggas that play on the Chargers, Nigga I'm a baller. You be waitin' on your bitch to get off Work to use her car. I got shooters in the A-Town, got shooters in The Bay. got niggas sellin' kush packs, And niggas sellin' yay. Damn right I fuckin' said it, I'm the realest In the game. Still shop at Whole Foods, Mobbin' with the throwaway. Stayin' healthy on a bitch, took my vitamins today. Heard you niggas speakin' on me, I just touched A hundred K. Paranoid, I've been trippin', I've been ridin' with my K. Still adjustin' to this fame, shit been fuckin' with My brain. I don't fuck on groupie bitches, I don't rock no fake chains. You be lovin' on a bitch, I just make The whole payment. Speakin' on a real nigga, You gon' make a nigga slide. Broke nigga, I'll fuck your bitch and look her In the eyes. Fly the bitch to the Bay, I'm just trollin' I don't want her. Got a roll of marijuana on my sofa eatin' Healthy, damn. Aye, damn, I got Tommy guns, mob, Mob, mob, Mob. Damn, shit, I got hella hoes, Mob, mob, mob, Mob. Damn, shit, I just hit a lick, Mob, mob, mob, mob. Damn, Aye, now I'm on foes, mob, mob, Mob.
Larry June — Mobx4
«Mobx4» — Larry June. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:34. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
