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F**k you

Bitches check

Money check

Liquor check

Big homie check

Bitches check

Goons check

Drugs check

All on me

Are we mobbin' ya

Are we mobbin' ya

Everybody had enough talking'

Are we mobbin' ya

Are we mobbin' ya

I'm about to lose my damn noggin'

Are we mobbin' ya

Are we mobbin' ya

Everybody had enough talking'

Are we mobbin' ya

Are we mobbin' ya

I'm about to lose my damn noggin'

Just the two of us with all that bottle

She take d and the balls that follow

Everybody love her in colorado

Had a lot of kids but they all got swallowed

Vip boy you know you're an all star

F**k the club hoe I'm at a hole in the wall bar

Grimy motherf**kers and I know who they all are

Most of these dudes don't even know where your balls are

Why you talking to that trifling s**t

She be getting homies f**ked up

Tried to set you up

See them dudes over in the cut

One of them trying to send a bottle of something

You old ass b***h

I don't trust you

You can eat a d**k and my nuts too

Rhymin outta something that I must do

You don't like how I'm living well

Call up the girls

See what it do

My libido and ego are huge

Pepe le pew isn't easy to do

I lick it hard like a meeting for two

Bon appetite serve the d and I'll feed it to you

Take it easy this meat isn't easy to chew

People believe what you feed them is true

Far as me and my legend I'll leave it to you

Are we mobbin' ya

Are we mobbin' ya

Everybody had enough talking'

Are we mobbin' ya

Are we mobbin' ya

I'm about to lose my damn noggin'

Are we mobbin' ya

Are we mobbin' ya

Everybody had enough talking'

Are we mobbin' ya

Are we mobbin' ya

I'm about to lose my damn noggin'

Fast forward pass the gas torch

I'm in your back porch all mad in dad shorts

Better ask for a task force

No one's going to stop me when I have a passport

Why you talking to that trifling s**t

She be getting homies f**ked up

Tried to set you up

See them dudes over in the cut

One of them trying to send a bottle of something

You old ass b***h

I don't trust you

You can eat a d**k and my nuts too

Rhymin outta something that I must do

You don't like how I'm living well

F**k you

Party party girls

Know they don't pipe down

They're going right now

Transplants implants and tramp stamps

Ass chaps got plans banned in band camp

Banned in germany before they heard of me

I was the best even before this shit occurred to me

Report to the infirmary

I'm a dirty rascal

Stand back I'ma' bout to act an a*****e

Are we mobbin' ya

Are we mobbin' ya

Everybody had enough talking'

Are we mobbin' ya

Are we mobbin' ya

I'm about to lose my damn noggin'

Are we mobbin' ya

Are we mobbin' ya

Everybody had enough talking'

Are we mobbin' ya

Are we mobbin' ya

I'm about to lose my damn noggin'

Bitches check

Money check

Liquor check

Big homie check

Bitches check

Goons check

Drugs check

All on me check

Mob by Prof - Lyrics & Covers