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Mob Boss
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Hip-Hop
Mob Boss was released on April 25, 2024 by JD On Tha Track as a part of the album Mob Boss - Single
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Release DateApril 25, 2024
LabelJD On Tha Track
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM61

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JD On Tha Track
JD On Tha Track
Performer
CAVE
CAVE
Performer
Melvoni
Melvoni
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
João Victor Alba Duarte
João Victor Alba Duarte
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JD On Tha Track
JD On Tha Track
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, that probably Tago
JD On Tha Track
Iceberg want a bag, bitch
Ain't it funny, I know one thing and that's nothin', ooh
I set the tone and they laugh who I'm becomin', ooh
But they don't know me, been the same **** since the sandbox
If I don't got the key, I'ma break up the padlock
He say he want smoke, well, we gon' cypher him in a hotbox
Approved Mafia, lil' bitch, don't you know I'ma mob boss
Straight fire come out my mouth, all I spit is hot sauce
All black, no band, ****, all I ride 'round with is top dawgs
They say ''Mel, you buggin', why you so quick to let shots off?''
I said ''I'm thuggin', it ain't nothin' for a opp to get tossed"
Brand new opp, load up the Chop', turn him into a past tense
Paranoid of all the drugs, so I get back on offense
They say ''Mel, you don't got no sense'', plus, bitch, I got dollars
And I ain't with the nonsense, so I don't even bother
Marzo just pulled up in the Benzy, ain't even a driver
Bro just came off from like 10, now kickin' bread like soccer
Ain't it funny, I know one thing and that's nothin', ooh
I set the tone and they laugh who I'm becomin', ooh
But they don't know me, been the same **** since the sandbox
If I don't got the key, I'ma break up the padlock
He say he want smoke, well, we gon' cypher him in a hotbox
Approved Mafia, lil' bitch, don't you know I'ma mob boss
And I'm really with the shits, what up?
200 with the nina tucked
I know they can see it's up
We hit 'em with the Beamer truck
And we keep the Glock, ain't no leavin' us
We light 'em up like a tree that's strucked
And no lettin' up, we ain't either, hoe
We doin' drugs off a legal drugs
220 on the dash and I'm keepin' up
Fuck up, there gon' be no leadin' us
We take what we want, ain't no teasin' us
We hit the top, they ain't peeped it's us
Remember when they ain't believed in us
Now everybody want party with me
All the opps were sendin' shots, now they all wanna leave in harmony
Whole lotta guns in the armory (Armory)
Police tryna get a hold on me, haha (Hold on me)
I sit back and laugh, 'cause that shit is comedy
Yeah
Boto a Bandit na pista e ultrapasso
Estamos no lado certo da vida errada
Os meninos 032 tão na casa
E eles quiseram sumir
Só porque eu perguntei se tinha alguma vaga (Vacilão)
Agora eu vou voltar pro meu bairro
Pra pendurar os quadro' na sala
Ela me ignorava, hoje quando me olha
Ela fica vermelha, sem graça, yeah
"Esse cara aqui é foda," ela fala
Me manda me xingando no Mac, para
Como assim com essa mina? Como assim com esse carro?
Quem escreveu essa rima? Ele não veio de baixo
Como assim com essa mina? Como assim com esse carro?
Quem escreveu essa rima? Ele não veio de baixo
Ain't it funny, I know one thing and that's nothin', ooh
I set the tone and they laugh who I'm becomin', ooh
But they don't know me, been the same **** since the sandbox
If I don't got the key, I'ma break up the padlock
He say he want smoke, well, we gon' cypher him in a hotbox
Approved Mafia, lil' bitch, don't you know I'ma mob boss
Written by: João Victor Alba Duarte
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