Lil B - Wat's The Mob lyrics

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Lil B - Wat's The Mob lyrics

Drip for the hood, you know what I'm saying? Burn up for the hood, you know what I'm saying? Motherf**ers be putting that sh** in the microwave Dipped it in the bowl, microwaved up the blunt, you know what I'm saying? Burning that water Also, you know what I'm saying, freeing up the soul for my brothers too, you know what I'm saying? Get away from that bullsh**, you know what I'm saying? Waterfront, you know what I'm saying? Real n***a, keep it wet all day I know my position, you know what I'm saying? I know my part Man, it's Lil B and n***as biting off my old sh** n***a that's my old sh**, I'm fresh like the ocean I'm still up underwater, the goggles on my left side b**h, it's the West side, yeah, that's the best side Sit up in the best rides, drivers gon' drive me home You p**y n***as like roly polys, pissed on holes I'm froze, b**h my cake right, eat steak every night I'm deep like Barry White Girls wanna marry me, b**h you gotta pay the price I'd rather f** my j**elry than beat your p**y at night Got fangs in my teeth, but I promise I don't bite Yeah right, speak soft when the time right Never been a s**er for dough, I'm finer than your n***a, b**h Hate dealing with b**h n***as, s**ers make a n***a sick Maybe make a n***a split rounds like a f**ing dick Shh, you got a n***a pissed But I'm scared and I ain't never piss I make you drip, drip, drip, drip, drip n***a I make you drip, drip, drip, drip, drip I make you, drip, drip, drip, drip, b**h Yeah, I make you, drip, drip, drip, drip, b**h You getting money, yeah, you f**ing hoes, what? You a boss, slap backs lil n***a, yeah This is sh** on the right note They all love a n***a now, cleaner than embro Slob up on the knob, bopper do your job Like Young L said, I gotta improv b**h, where the scene? I'm dipped in bu*ter b**h, I'm looking cream, lil n***a on his hustle Riding with my n***as, hope you riding with the muscle b**hes show up, I'm riding with a muzzle Smoking on that Russell, Berkeley boys get it in You stupid if you don't know that we wit' it b**h, we winning, riding on doubles Lil n***a's getting money cause a n***a won't fumble Bet I won't drop it, b**h I'm rocking in a puddle You n***as like puppies with them little nut huggers Asking no questions, and I'm thinking nothing of it I'm a real n***a, and naw, I'm not thuggin' I'm just busting sh**, I'll shoot you f**ers and your cousins Playing games man? Um, n***a it's nothing Got the gun from Deezle, all my n***as love me b**h, I'm Lil Beezy, Team Knoc, what it do? Technicians get dough, and believe, fan boys what it do? Crack street, what it is? Hey, all you street n***as, man, we out here Hey man, I'm out here like a sports camp, you know what I'm saying? We rocking man. Hey, salute all my real n***as to the top Basedworld Paradise man I come from a different cloth, the cla**ic sh** A lot of you n***as reppin' sh** now, and I ain't understand it n***as done took everybody's sh**, n***as done really f**ed up the game, you know what I'm saying? I'ma keep it 100. What is the mob, n***a? Cause I see everybody claiming that I know everybody can't be in it...

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