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mob with it - chris brown lyrics

[intro]
k*k*k*k*k*mac

[verse 1: chris brown]
b*tch, i’m in the buildin’, guarantee that it’s an emergency
stompin’ like a stampede, so i know you b*tches heard of me
i’m straight from virginia, but this ain’t common courtesy
f*ck your feelings, i take your feelings’ virginity
million dollars for a show, got a n*gga ballin’
i think my phone tapped ’cause my money steady callin’
every other day, i’m in and out the office
and my soup k!llin’ n*ggas, need a f*ckin’ coffin
i’m bossin’, if i gotta take it off, i’m a warrior
known for buyin’ big sh*t, call me notorious
k!ll that p*ssy, ain’t no secret, i’m victorious
with all these columbianas and eva longoria, haha
now i done made a million down in cancún
i keep sh*ttin’ on n*ggas, need a bathroom
i got my yacht in the water
if it’s sharks in the water
it don’t matter, i’m k!llin’ ’em with this harpoon
ha, these n*ggas, they ain’t my friends
they party with me, party with me
but at the same time, they tryna f*ck my b*tch
and i don’t care ’bout them f*ck n*ggas
never get on my high horse
ain’t ride out with these f*ck n*ggas
this life i got, i die for it

[chorus: chris brown & kevin mccal]
oh dawg, for this sh*t, man, i swear to god
all my n*ggas in the club, we about to mob
mob with it (mob with it)
mob with it (mob with it)
if you on the floor, n*gga, better have a mob
mob with it (mob with it)
mob with it (mob with it)
all of my n*ggas runnin’ deep, we a f*ckin’ mob
we mobbin’ (mobbin’)
we mobbin’ (mobbin’)
holla at us if you want that problem

[verse 2: kevin mccall]
first n*ggas was ballin’, now we slam dunkin’
arms out of school like i’m ridin’ in the bunky
that’s c breezy with it, he pushin’ my sh*t
we swapped them out, just like we do the b*tches
new to this, i hear they blowin’ money like a swisher
used to be on county, now my taxes six figures
said my d*ck conceited, can my head get any bigger?
then i told her to l!ck it and blow it, just like it’s a swisher
i’m that n*gga, i’m that f*ckin’ n*gga
is that your baby mama? she gon’ need a baby sitter
’cause once i get her, i’ma be all up in her
you f*ck with the tip, then i’ma eat her like she dinner
californication got a n*gga faded
i see why a p*ssy n*gga and the b*tch related
too sweet, soft n*gga, i’ma call you danish
i know you see this camera section, b*tch, a n*gga famous
girl, i better k!ll that p*ssy like a vet
not like veteran, but i mean veterinarian, i k!ll the cat
if you a paper chaser, i got them racks on top of racks
shake your money maker, i got a hunnid
k*k*k*k*k*mac

- chris brown lyrics

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