Manuel Dinis Junior - M.O.B lyrics

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Manuel Dinis Junior - M.O.B lyrics

[Intro] sh**! Lets Get It! Lil n***a, Lil n***a [Hook] Ridin, Mobbin f**in' Round Wit Yo Gurl, n***a Thuggin, Slidin Headed Up To The Trhone, n***a I Rolle It, & I Pa** It Smokin On My Drugs, n***a! True, Dealer! Call me out when You Want, n***a! [Verse] f**in' Round a Girl n***a, im all about that dought And i ain't trippin wit no hoe n***a, Steak it On Both Holes! Young fly n***a from guetto Dope fast n***a Gas Pedal Fuk y'all n***a, you some jackin hoes Imma drink a n***a blood, neeed no Gla** tho! Imma Real Ass n***a, You's A b**h a** n***a I been talkin with the gods while you feel kings n***a Chest out yung n***a, like a sport a** n***a Load a mutherfukin riflle then i smoke dat n***a Im Sippin, codeine, high as f** gettin lit my n***a No need, to prove sh**, all black like a serial k**er [Hook] Mobbin, Ridin Ridin Round Wit Yo Gurl, n***a Thuggin, Slidin Headed Up To The Trhone, n***a I Rolle It, & I Pa** It Smokin On My Drugs, n***a! True, Dealer! Call me out when You Want, n***a! [Verse 2] Beat sounds Right, Brain brighter the a Random Light And i Flow So Nice, wooh! Colder Then The Fukin Ice Look into my eyes, yeah! i can Tell You a f**ing Lie & i stay so high, ain't no n***a that can shot me down n***a! 15 pounds that i care Only bad chicks round a n***a man i slay Still u f** n***a slippin, n***a! im wild awake Kno a n***a spit bullets, so they call me AK sh** sounds Cray! Man i dont care all u n***a on sumn fukin hate Im bout That cake! Never mind a Hater like that n***a Lay! n***a im Just: [Hook] Mobbin, Ridin Ridin Round Wit Yo Gurl, n***a Thuggin, Slidin Headed Up To The Trhone, n***a I Rolle It, & I Pa** It Smokin On My Drugs, n***a! True, Dealer! Call me out when You Want, n***a! [Outro] Yeah B!#$! Yung N..., Yung n***a Movin BackPack Yung n***a Movin Back... sh**! Im High As f**! Faded Up B!#$!

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