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mob ties - duwap kaine lyrics
[chorus]
yeah, fame, won’t let it get to me
lames, can’t f*ck up my history
my main, i know that she missin’ me
my lane, you know that i stay in it
my racks, you know that i play in it
.45, so you know i’m not playin’
mob ties, so you better not play wit’ it
[verse 1]
bad b*tch on my right, bad b*tch on my left
one gettin’ high as a kite and one cookin’ up like a chef
f*cked up, passin’ the loud to my bro, hope he don’t go deaf
draco make a n*gga tweak out, woulda though his b*tch ass was on meth
louis boots in the snow, you see the lv prints in the steps
she crawl in my bed like a spider, so i just hit her ass wit’ a web
hit one*twenty on the dash, get flashbacks, n*gga, my arrest
strappеd up wit’ a firearm, n*gga (firearm), f*ck the shеriff
[chorus]
yeah, fame, won’t let it get to me
lames, can’t f*ck up my history
my main, i know that she missin’ me
my lane, you know that i stay in it
my racks, you know that i play in it
.45, so you know i’m not playin’
mob ties, so you better not play wit’ it
[verse 2]
oh, they like, “second verse, he don’t do that”
no silly ho’s, i don’t do that
in a new house countin’ new racks
and her cat tighter than a durag
i’m a wrap it, it look like i move packs
she got ass, i told her to move that
hunnid shoes sittin’ on my shoe rack
bring the dub, but you know i’m a cool cat
i got the hustle in me
a hunnid on guns, yeah, i bought the semi
the louis or gucci, i’m rockin’ fendi
that n*gga be broke, so it don’t offend me
you know he fake gangsta, he still pretendin’
they kicked me out, i brought my gun in lennex
and free the gang, they got them charges pendin’
we all get our money on weight and women
i did a whole bunch, think i need an emmy
a real ass n*gga, got that gangsta in me
hit my trap, what yo ass need? a p?
booty call, but i’m goin’ to sleep
p*ssy not important, ballin’ like i’m jordan
f*ck her like a p*rn, left her heart torn
ricks on my feet, these was never worn
feb twenty*first a trap king was born
(the f*ck is you sayin’, n*gga?)
[chorus]
fame, won’t let it ghet to me
lames, can’t f*ck up my history
my main, i know that she missin’ me
my lane, you know that i stay in it
my racks, you know that i play in it
.45, so you know i’m not playin’
mob ties, so you better not play wit’ it
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