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Mob Ties

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Mob Ties è stato pubblicato il 25 gennaio 2020 da 1730047 Records DK come parte dell'album Mob Ties - Single

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumMob Ties - Single

Data di uscita25 gennaio 2020

Etichetta1730047 Records DK

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM90

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

NLMF Savo

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kam Fastlife

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

NEVER LEAVE MY FAMILY Inc.

NEVER LEAVE MY FAMILY Inc.

Producer

Testi

I'm just sittin' courtside

If you want some beef, then they gon' grab that .45

Pull up in a sprinter, you gon' see that door slide

And we shootin' at yo' fitted, bitch it's war time

You can't hang with the gang, fuck a mob tie

If it's shots fired, we poppin' like peroxide

I ain't sleep, I was stayin' on that block tired

We had a celebration every time an opp' died

You can't hang with the gang, fuck a mob tie

If it's shots fired, we poppin' like peroxide

I ain't sleep, I was stayin' on that block tired

We had a celebration every time an opp' died

I was down on my ass for a couple days

It was raining on my head, then the thunder came

Needed money, had to find out another way

So much loud, it feel like im 'bout to suffocate

**** talking down on me, **** love to hate

How you cappin' then you put it on yo' brother grave

I got a bad bitch, and she gon' let me fuck her face

She said she love me, I don't got her number saved

You say you love me, I know you wanna see me dead

Shoot a **** in his dome, turn his beanie red

I remember I was sleeping on a teeny bed

I was down, I was broke, with a peezy head

All my **** shootin' I'm just sittin' courtside

If you want some beef, then they gon' grab that .45

Pull up in a sprinter, you gon' see that door slide

And we shootin' at yo' fitted, bitch it's war time

You can't hang with the gang, fuck a mob tie

If it's shots fired, we poppin' like peroxide

I ain't sleep, I was stayin' on that block tired

We had a celebration every time an opp' died

You can't hang with the gang, fuck a mob tie

If it's shots fired, we poppin' like peroxide

I ain't sleep, I was stayin' on that block tired

We had a celebration every time an opp' died

Im tryna' bust down a rollie I don't got time

If he in the way then imma' leave him lopside

He think he hard, just because he got his Glock-9

Now that **** on the news, he on Fox 5

I had to get it on my own, I had to grind and hustle

I be holdin' up that strap with my designer buckle

I came her to fuck, bitch I ain't tryna cuddle

If they run up on the gang I swear them guys in trouble

I won't stop 'til im riding with the top open

'Til im flexin' on that ho that had me heartbroken

I just smoked a couple blunts, now they cockroaches

Now i'm zooted off my ass, I cannot focus

I ain't have no heat, it was cold as shit

But even when i'm broke I know my soul is rich

Fuck **** mad cuz I stole his bitch

I'm with the gang, yea that's only who im rollin' with

You can't hang with the gang, fuck a mob tie

If it's shots fired, we poppin' like peroxide

I ain't sleep, I was stayin' on that block tired

We had a celebration every time an opp' died

You can't hang with the gang, fuck a mob tie

If it's shots fired, we poppin' like peroxide

I ain't sleep, I was stayin' on that block tired

We had a celebration every time an opp' died

Written by: Kam Fastlife

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