D-Pryde - Mobbin' (prod. by Den-Z & Gynus) | Текст песни

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• Mobbin' (prod. by Den-Z & Gynus)

(Intro)
It's Poly D you ready to mob you tonight
Yeah buddy
Prizzy,Den-Z,Gynus

(Chorus)
Feeling like money, feeling like the cash
She hanging with the take
Baby feelin' the click now
We just steady mobbin'
But we ain't in the mob though
Tell 'em that we got it
And they ain't even notice baby
We just steady mobbin'
Mobbin' mobbin'
Baby feelin' the click now
We just steady mobbin'
But we ain't in the mob though
Tell 'em that we got it
And they ain't even notice baby

(Verse)
John Reckless and prod boy
I read the north and I'm proud of it
Taking chicks to my bakery
They play for me and I pound muffins
They used to hate me but now love me
From Houston baby that town under
Right there this girl
She's running back
Three other chicks the hit said how was it
I'm great boy, down pat
Bro fist, pound that
These other rappers is dead wrong
So all the fieldlines are laid out flat
I do this here, fashionably electric
Put up put up put up put up
Wait we in this fight down mix it
My record's playin' in your stereo
Classic up with that arid zone
If my voice is too nasally
I speak to y'all my baritone
Got the fans going nuts
'Cause the videos are playin'
Vicious like wolfs in the freaking Himalayas
I'mma a quick to debate them
Got a sounds,swagged all ,wanged down
All mobs around
I swear to God I did it
Rippin' it down a twirl
You rippin' around your pants
I'm waving around you girl
Still conquering all the kin
Got 'em and now I'm good
I'm the world's biggest mistake
And turn around the sun is shining

(Chorus)
Feeling like money, feeling like the cash
She hanging with the take
Baby feelin' the click now
We just steady mobbin'
But we ain't in the mob though
Tell 'em that we got it
And they ain't even notice baby
We just steady mobbin'
Mobbin' mobbin'
Baby feelin' the click now
We just steady mobbin'
But we ain't in the mob though
Tell 'em that we got it
And they ain't even notice baby

(Verse)
Best shirts with some open buttons
No cash but I'm over stuntin'
T-spoon me no rubber tootsie
Your girl for mama, your la la la
Different flavours like Dr.Pepper
Making all the rack can soul surrender
I have never ever got to rock a tandy
She like can you fix me, 'bout to build it
Come on team with me,
Mars ganging my family and that's that
Got my dream with me, this music thing
And my ambition to get it stack cash
If you wanna hate the music then pan now
I really give a rats ass
Hotel , her heels off
She adjacent me at last
And I ain't got to hate on the fact
That these haters strunt on me
Telling me my itch can't be real
Like it really isn't
Don't believe my words now
I tell you haters suck on these
100 with my statements
I say this itch 'cause I did it
What the fly is it there
What the hell are you so impatient with
You're attitude is practiced
Like my asian chick gotta pay for this
I can't wait for the day that my brothers
Make it to Ronalds misunderstood in the end
In these streets

(Chorus)
Feeling like money, feeling like the cash
She hanging with the take
Baby feelin' the click now
We just steady mobbin'
But we ain't in the mob though
Tell 'em that we got it
And they ain't even notice baby
We just steady mobbin'
Mobbin' mobbin'
Baby feelin' the click now
We just steady mobbin'
But we ain't in the mob though
Tell 'em that we got it
And they ain't even notice baby

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