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mobbin' - lil dude lyrics

[intro]
rest in peace prodigy, n-gg- i’m mobbin’
huh, luciano
yeah, two point oh
yeah, step back, jump shot, james harden
i’m the realest n-gg- that ever did it
pull the wrong n-gg-, i’m gettin’ it, uh
yeah, luciano
two point oh, two point oh
ayy, ayy

[chorus]
ooh, yeah, d-mn, dance on the world like i’m carlton, ayy
i f-cked your b-tch at the ritz carlton, ayy
i’m doing this sh-t, yeah i’m mobbin’, ayy
rest in peace prodigy n-gg-, i’m mobbin’
and i’m ballin’ like the harlem globetrotters
i don’t do molly, i hang with the robbers
young n-gg- all about the dollar
i drink the lean with the piña colada
young n-gg- all about the dollar
i drink the lean with the piña colada
young n-gg- all about the dollar

[verse]
cool n-gg- still pop his collar
ask around who the real don dada
i ain’t no dj, but i’m ’bout that drama
i was raised up to lie to your honor
who got the ganja, i might need a farmer
i’m in too deep, i ain’t really had an option
n-gg-s they act and they do that sh-t often
bro he was runnin’ his sh-t up on boston
we takin’ them risks, my n-gg- we all in
i ain’t gon’ lie, i feel like i’m fallin’
i ain’t gon’ lie, your b-tch she be callin’
i ain’t gon’ lie, your b-tch i’m adorin’
your b-tch i’ma feel her
and all these n-gg-s, i don’t be feelin’
and all these n-gg-s know i am the realest
and all these n-gg-s know i might just k!ll ’em
won’t give ’em a five, i might just slide
yeah i cried when ninety died
if a n-gg- want beef then he gotta die, ayy
i ain’t gon’ know how yeah you know
i might pull up, kick it like judo
i might pull up, kick it like judo
and my house float, man i’m on pluto
yeah, i be a martian
ooh, gas pack is fartin’
ooh, these n-gg-s worse
i get that money and work
i get the money and flirt
i might just pop me a perc, you know
i might just pop me a perc, ayy
she know she all in motion, ayy
i made this money go slow, ayy
i made this money go fast
don’t matter n-gg- i’ma make this money gon’ last, ayy

[outro]
cool n-gg- still pop his collar
ask around who the real don dada
i ain’t no dj, but i’m ’bout that drama
i was raised up to lie to your honor
who got the ganja, i might need a farmer
who got the ganja, i might need a farmer

- lil dude lyrics

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