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MOB TIES
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[Verse 1]
You went and made me mad
Now I'm about to crash
Machete on the dash
Pedal to the metal, and I take off in a flash
This is Blak Britney season
Real gutter bitch, I got the proper seasoning
Filthy mouth, it need a proper cleaning
If a gubba got a problem, in the dirt's where I leave him
Some of you Johnnies ain't impressing me
Auntie curried sausages? Please, you stole the recipe
Mispronounce the word, they sayin' dead-a-ly
Whitewashed Johnny shit, really be stressin' me
[PreChorus]
You see my face on the TV screen
And I'm up in the magazines
I sign my name on your misso tits
She get to lickin' when I hit the splits
[Chorus]
I got, I got, I got mob ties
And I got family on both sides
I got, I got, I got mob ties
And I'm steppin' on these white lies
I got, I got, I got mob ties
And I got family on both sides
I got, I got, I got mob ties
Deadly bitch till the day I die
[Verse 2]
I be pressin' his
Rubbin' on my body and my breasts-es, uh
Ain't leave no witnesses
I thought I told you that a tidda handles business, sis
Uh, I bust the window out and leave them bricks
King's curry lickin' all on my tits
Monkey brain on my lips
Ain't a thong, it's a G-string, bitch
Doin' splits, lookin' back on the dick
Banana rubbin' my clit
Now I'ma put yous all to shame
Miss Kaninna, they remember the name
Straight shit when I aim
One song brought the fame
I'm still a Tassie girl, and ain't a fuckin' damn thing changed, uh
[Verse 3]
You Johnnies ain't really Blak
And now a sister gotta hit you with the facts
DNA that you lack
You ain't know how to act
I ain't your fuckin' tidda, bitch, and I'm as Blak as my crack, yeah
I ain't afraid to take it there
You clearly unaware
I'ma run amok and put my lead up in the air, yeah
Brushin' ochre through my hair
Now these crackers out here really lookin' scared, shee
Pin so high, they get my certificate
Dyslexic, I am for the benefit
Mug too fug, I had to go celibate
I'ma go crazy just for the hell of it
[PreChorus]
You see my face on the TV screen
And I'm up in the magazines
I sign my name on your misso tits
She get to lickin' when I hit the splits
[Chorus]
I got, I got, I got mob ties
And I got family on both sides
I got, I got, I got mob ties
And I'm steppin' on these white lies
I got, I got, I got mob ties
And I got family on both sides
I got, I got, I got mob ties
Deadly bitch 'til the day I die
[Verse 4]
Yeah, these rappers takin' the piss
Say they're movin' money, but they ain't checkin' shit
They ain't about it, nah, they're never there for the people
Love to love my culture, but don't see us as equals
I'm talkin' real white trash, 360 to fash
Popped so many pills, he turn his brain into mash
I whooped a bitch, call her Maggie, face look like a cashew
Love to run their mouth, but always scared to get at you
[Bridge]
Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, oi, oi, oi
Fuck you and your Southern Cross, to all the Aussie boys
Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, oi, oi, oi
Fuck you and your Southern Cross, to all the Aussie boys
[Chorus]
I got, I got, I got mob ties
And I got family on both sides
I got, I got, I got mob ties
And I'm steppin' on these white lies
I got, I got, I got mob ties
And I got family on both sides
I got, I got, I got mob ties
Deadly bitch 'til the day I die
Written by: Kaninna Langford, Vincent Godyer
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