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one mob - lil aj lyrics

[intro]
at least eleven people were gunned down in what has been an incredibly violent three days across the bay area
police say a triple shooting yesterday in san francisco
three men were found shot to death today
and in oakland six people were murdered since sat*rday. police are trying to figure out if any of these crimes are related
five shootings in the past twenty*four hours, have left one person dead
it was a bl**dy weekend in oakland where violence claimed the lives of at least four people and brought the total homicides for the year to 101

[verse 1: lil aj]
i’m really stripping sh*t
really bare*facing sh*t
when i shot my first n*gga, i was loving it
you a sucker b*tch
in the house tucking sh*t
me and my n*ggas, on the block and we loving it
i’m getting money out the pack b*tch
riding ’round town yeah with that thirty on strap sh*t
more than one hustle, like hd
riding ’round with the sig, or the xd
on my hip is a g man b*tch
the whole hood riding ’round talking free bands b*tch
shout out blood, and my n*gga philthy rich
can’t forget ja, my n*gga fifty states
i’m trynna touch fifty states with the loud pack
get in the way of that, and get yo ass stamped
me and my n*ggas, we laid the whole spot down
and left out the b*tch, with like sixty*five pounds
yeah, they call me lil aj
i’m riding ’round in the hood with the baby ak (smack, smack)
[verse 2: joe blow]
blow
check a real n*gga out
sliding through the east, glock on my lap
with my bare*face n*ggas so i don’t need a mask
money over b*tches so i only need her pass
and you know i’m pushing coke so i don’t really need her ass
posted on the block got the chopper by the trash
hit a fence and a gate every time i see the task
sliding through my block, gon’ be leaving in a bag
and i’ll put my hammer down and still beat a n*gga ass
these n*ggas is suckas
and i put that on my mother
my n*ggas is mob, cause them my other brothers
i’m ready to slide on n*ggas f*cking with the hustle
and i came with thirty, but all i needed was a dozen
just ask my little cousin bruh, i been with the sh*t
and you know the forty on me and i extended the clip
this n*ggas up in love but i’m sending this b*tch
and i’m respecting every corner that i bend in the whip

[verse 3: husalah]
ay yo i rock to the neck
with the chop to the neck
catch a n*gga selling crack on his block to the neck
have his momma sitting on a b*tch to the neck
while the preacher talking all that punk sh*t to the neck
n*gga it’s the mob
it’s only one mob
it’s husalah, husalah
still k!lling and rob
bust a n*gga head like a watermelon
when the b*tches on my d*ck, suck me up, n*ggas telling
that’s why i stay, mobbing in my drop top
wit’ a long chop
lil’ hand thang
i told the b*tch, to gimme a lil’ head b*tch
and at the same time bring a lil’ bread b*tch
you n*ggas touch kissing b*tches
while i’m in the kitchen whipping
gettin’ richer and richer
with this big thang
but n*ggas switching up
that’s why this big thang
got two switches on the side
hitting n*ggas up
that’s one, three shot burst in this fully
you [?] want no funk n*gga cause i’m coming fully
prepared
n*ggas scared
n*ggas better go to church
talking with that punk sh*t, i’m a wipe your whole turf
down, and make that sh*t silent
when you funking with the mob n*gga, it get violent
while you n*ggas on the net pushing on keyboards
i got this long thang mobbing, it’s the mob boy
[verse 4: philthy rich]
standing on sem, a hundred thousand in diamonds
same block that a n*gga used to nickel and dime in
pockets full of new money
all these foreigns do two hundred
can’t sleep, paranoid, the mattress stuffed with two hundred
these red bottoms that i’m rocking size forty*five
n*gga better know i’m rocking with this forty*five
look my k!ller in his eye before he take my life
double back on his ass, a n*gga make it through the night
fast ass rapping get you gunned down faster
we on five nine have it done before he hit [?]
young philthy out hustling blow
i was really outside with them customers hoe
believe none of what you hear and half of what you see
in the kitchen remixing turning one, two, three
two shooters with me now but there’s usually three
n*gga i was [?] a v you were [?]

- lil aj lyrics

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