Finesse2Tymes - Mob Tied (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Finesse2Tymes - Mob Tied (en) Lyrics
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I was cut a little different,
my own fabric
Had to cut off my folk,
got my own family
I don't owe you nothing,
go get it, nigga
Where were you? I was stuck
penitentiary, nigga
Stab me in the jail,
you tripping, nigga
I'm the one who would go
do the stickin', nigga
Do that shit by myself
'fore I send a nigga
I'ma run out of breath
tryna finish this
Money don't mean shit,
boy, you been a bitch
If you hang with a rat,
nigga, you a snitch
We don't do no mistakes,
we don't shoot and miss
I ain't rockin' with none
of that goofy shit
Found out she an opp, put that
bitch on block, but she play
with me, I'ma do the bitch
Get you hit in your city, we mob tied
Bitches DM me sendin' me heart eyes
Play that shit how it go, hit that
bitch on the low, I ain't cuffin'
no ho, bitch, you gotta stay
I don't fuck with these niggas, I'm
different from rappers, so when
we link up, I feel out of place
Say you want you some 'za,
you ain't gotta wait
I got it right here in
the booth with me
Asking too many questions,
you too friendly
Breast implants on the chopper
like new titties
I got niggas got life,
they depending on me
The gang ready to shoot
for me, any moment
Colored diamonds on me
match the Fendi on me
I ain't beefin' with homie,
he been jabroni (Yeah)
I was solid way back in the gap
And I came home, put
the east on the map
And the Draco still ride under me
Got them players in the back
and in front of me
Yeah, I'm ready, I know
they gon' come for me
Better be comin' correct, nigga
Hope you plannin' on sending
your best nigga
MAC-11 I tote got tourettes, nigga
Get up on me in person,
quit asking 'bout me
Don't like cameras, I might
have to smack somebody
Why you postin' subliminals?
Ask somebody
We don't talk about bodies, don't
ask about 'em (Don't do that)
Nigga hide behind money, I peeped him
FNG, I'ma quarterback sneak 'em
He think he out of reach,
I reached him
Heard they laced that boy
up, they creased him
Whole mill' made off of a feature
50K sit on top of my sneakers
Got your ho hot and ready,
Little Ceasars
I just hit your BM like I need her
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