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mob ties - charlie winsmore lyrics

[note: steven m bryant’s parts are denoted by bold text]

mob ties
cosa nostra, baby

mob ties, everybody dies
except for me * i persist, i’m alive
we live that mob life, how many people died?
i don’t know when they shoot i just usually close my eyes
now i’m eyes wide open see the whole situation
took the tommy gun * leveled up, had me going apesh*t
send my ass to alcatraz you can *n*lyse my greatness
pledge my life to the capo * “here’s my loyalty, man, takе this”
this is a lifetime commitment, plеdge my oath and never break it
that civilian lifestyle? swear to god i do forsake it
i’m fat as f*ck from the pasta, i take a step i earthquake it
walk a mile in my shoes, you’d be gassed * you can’t make it
i’m still waiting for my rivals to test me
got the pistol * see you and i blow it, dizzy gillespie
i’m patient, i sit around and wait for the next beef
put you in the bottom of the ocean and do a dance like presley
… they’re not ready

mob ties

i’ve been cosa nostra since my mom had me like [?]
it’s the mob ties, god*like, ride me like a coaster
i’m a bad, bad man draining threes when i get open
b*tch i’m glad you took the exit * that’s exactly how i wrote it
i’m a mobster: in the back, linguine with the lobster
we don’t f*ck with the coppers
the [?] are charlie’s [?]
i hit quick, dip quick, i drain the f*cking coffers
if you aren’t already running b*tch i suggest that you oughtta

mob ties
cosa nostra, baby

i’m twisted
go to church but never been religious
just praying, trying to dodge h*ll
‘cause lord knows i’ve been sinning
this sh*t i’ve seen would make a satanist turn to a christian
in the court i covered for the capo like “look i did it”
“i did it… whatever you’re accusing
can’t rationalise all the things that i’ve been doing”
but we keep f*cking moving
mob ties

i been with stevie bryant
b*tch we run it like some tyrants
if you’ve never had the penne alla vodka you should try it
take my ass to f*cking court
on some charges i’ll deny it, then i’m back on the streets
you need some dope? i will supply it
half man half animal, too f*cking fat to see*saw
we saw the opposition turned his ass into a meatball
doublecross me and i guarantee you will meet god
i run the streets, got a lasso * rodeo, b*tch * yeehaw

somehow i persist but i got the strap on me
partner got arrested but he’d never stick the rap on me
record longer than the bible, still i keep the gat on me
got connections in prison these snitches ever rat on me
call up fat tony, where we meeting tonight?
fat as f*ck, these women love me when i creep in the night
it’s a cold world, i’m never seeing the light
but i keep moving * if i sleep then i die
i’m never sick of rigatoni where we eating tonight?
did i mention that i’m fat? b*tch look, i’m eating some pie
i’m a lost soul, my jalopy just coasting through these potholes
but so much f*cking white has f*cking passed through these nostrils
i think i’m going psycho i don’t f*cking need a rifle
i got fast hands, man’s mad, he’s f*cking cold as ice bro
fat as f*ck, sink the f*cking titanic and then i sank the lifeboat
put his body in the trash, wife told me to recycle
well that’s compost, y’all broke, i might give you a loan though
i make sure sergeant tommy gun gunshots on slo*mo [?]
make my special little mark on the crime scene for some promo
i’m with the capo and we’re talking business
keep the door closed

cosa nostra, baby

[explosions and h*llfire]

- charlie winsmore lyrics

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