Young Money ft Lil Wayne & Gucci Mane - Steady Mobbin' | Текст песни

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• Young Money ft Lil Wayne & Gucci Mane
• Steady Mobbin'

Man, fuck these niggas
I-I'ma spare everything but these niggas
I flip the gun and gun butt these niggas
Take the knife off tha AK and gut these niggas

Yeah, and fuck these bitches
I swear I care about everything b-but these bitches
I-I don't care, I, so what? These bitches
And I put Young Mula baby way above these bitches

Ha, if it ain't broke, don't break it
A-and if he ain't shook, I'm gon' shake him
Hope I don't look weak 'cause when a wolf cry wolf
You still see that wolf teeth, muthafucka

F-futuristic handgun
If you act foul, you get two shots and one
I'm at your face like man cum
You niggas softer then Rosanne's son
Y-y-you cannot reach me on my Samsung

I'm busy fucking the world and givin' the universe my damn tongue
Crazy muthafucka, I am one, b-but the crazy thing is I began one
A-all white bricks I'm straight like it's jumpin' back to thirty-six nigga
Big house, long hallways, got ten bathrooms, I can shit all day, nigga

And we don't want no problems
Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, Big Kane on the beat, I fuck around
And leave a nigga's brains on the street, ooh

Now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom
And pop that pussy, uh, huh and we be steady mobbin'
Oh, Kimosabe, big ballin' is my hobby

What the fuck is up? It's Gucci Maine the G
It's titty, boy, no 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

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 picture, so I gave her three strikes

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

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 yo' 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 yo' cash
Then I'll murder that bitch and send her body back to yo' ass

A-a-and we don't want no problems
O-okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, Big Kane on the beat, I f-fuck around
And leave a nigga brains on the street, ooh

Now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom
And pop that pussy, uh, huh and we be steady mobbin'
Oh, Kimosabe, big ballin' is my hobby

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 yo' girlfriend

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