Lil Wayne - Steady Mobbin' (feat. Gucci Mane) | Текст песни

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• Steady Mobbin' (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Man fuck these niggas
I'mma spare everything, but these niggas
I flip the gun , and gonna fuck these niggas
Take the knife off the AK and cut these niggas!
YAH, and fuck these bitches
I swear I care bout' everything but these bitches
I don't care I say 'what' these bitches
And I put Young Moola baby way above these bitches
Hfeh, If it ain't broke, I'm gonna break
And if he ain't shook I'm gonna shake em'
Hope I don't look weak, cause when a wolf cries wolf you still see that wolf's teeth mutha fucka...
Fu-futuristic hand gun, if you act foul you get 2 shots and 1
I'm at your face like man cum, he-he
You niggas softer than Roseanne's son
You cannot reach me on my Samsung
I'm busy fuckin' the world and givin' the universe my damn tongue
Crazy mother fucker, I am one
But the crazy thing is, I began one
Al-All white bricks
I'm straight like it's jumpin' back to 36 nigga(nigga)
Big house long hallways
Got 10 bathrooms, I can shit all day nigga

[Hook]
And we don't want no problems
OK you a goon, what's a goon to a goblin
Yeah, Big Kane on the beat
I fuck around a leave a nigga brain on the street
Now pop that pussy, I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbing
Oh kemosabe, big ballin is my hobby

[First Half of Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Man, what the fuck is up?
It's Gucci man the G
It's titty ,boy, that's pity, boy big scarcity ,the city boy
So Icy, so, no Nike boy, just Gucci Louis Prada 'scuse me
Gucci Maine keep shittin' on me
Why that boy keep buyin' jewelry?

East Atlanta cockin' hammers
Bandannas on car antennas
No, we do not talk to strangers
Just cut off these niggas fingaz
Gucci's armed and dangerous
Cocaine, codeine and angel dust

This AK 47'll hit you everywhere from ankle up
Clip the size of Nia Long, clips long as a Pringles can
.45 Desert Eagle on me you'll think I'm an Eagles fan
Tony Braxton sniper rifle make you never breathe again
Fuck that nigga, kill that nigga, bring him back, kill him again
Gucci
[Second Half of Verse 2:Lil Wayne]
Yeah, th-the money is the motive
Fuck with the money, it get ugly as coyote
Okay, I'm reloadin' better pull it if you tote it
I buy a pound, break it down, and put it in a stogie

Swagga so bright I don't even need light
I'm wit a model broad, she don't even eat rice
Uh, but would you believe that she dykes
And she asked me for a pitcher, so I gave her three strikes

I'm the man around this mutha fucka
I'm so hot you probably catch a tan around this mutha fucka
This rap game, I got my hand around this mutha fucka
Yeah, I said game but I ain't playin' around this muth afucka

Yeah, I'm the best to ever do it, bitch
And you the best at never doin' shit
If you the shit, then I'm sewer rich
T-try me, and I'll have your people readin' eulogies

I swear you can't fuck wit me
But I can fuck your girl and make her nut for me
Then slut for me, then kill for me, then steal for me
And of course it'll be your cash
Then I'll murder that bitch and send her body back to yo' ass

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Uh, man, suck my clip, swallow my bullets, and don't you spit
Uh, I am the hip hop socialist
Life is a gamble and I'm all about my poker chips
Do you want a dose of this? I will make the most of this

F is for ferocious, murder your associates
The top is so appropriate
This is just where I belong
Keep a hard dick for your girlfriend to wobble on
Weezy

[HookX2]


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