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mob life - pbc payroll lyrics

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i get money, f-ck what you talkin’ bout
if i want it, i cash in and i’m walkin’ out
yo b-tch wanna find what a boss about
took her to the suit, 2am, tossed her out

[x6]
i sell dope
f-ck hoes
rock ice
throwin’ up gang signs
mob life

i’m a package handler
ashanti’s on the challenger
40’s on the merro, rockin’ luey or perro
run up on my sh-t have you standing down the barrel
you say you need three then we can meet at the vailaro

all my n-gg-s bout their motherf-ckin’ bread b-tch
all my idles on the motherf-ckin’ fed list
you can kick rock if you ain’t givin’ up the head b-tch
my stacks so thick, to the point i can’t spread it
tattoos, h-ll of ice, got these b-tches choosin’
all sets on the whip i’m in the slumps cruisin’

when that bag touch i came up and started groovin’
i’m spendin’ old hundreds at the set with my new b-tch
luey shades on, godd-mn i can’t see sh-t
cali plug got the whole crib with that weed sh-t
i paid three something but you payin’ fifty-six
fourteen hundreds for a cutey
three fifty for a zip

[x4]
i sell dope
f-ck hoes
rock ice
throwin’ up gang signs
mob life

you name it i’ve sold it
my stack i can’t fold it
this is my spot, i supply, i control it
drew my piece out and then i told hush to mold it
he showed week laters with that motherf-cka frozen
you ain’t never seen a fein out in front of you
yall ain’t gettin money
[who ?] every last one of you

they call me throwin’ p but they call me w
[why ?] ’cause i’m winnin’ takin’ different women to the w
b-tch i ain’t stuntin’, i been had cash
i got belt, shoes and hats for every one of them bags
yo shoes in the box with some zips and some cash
ridin’ p-ss the club, leavin’ the whole line mad

these b-tches lookin’ sour since a n-gg- elevated
cribbin’ bangin’ i’m just playin’ that it would never get raded
these n-gg-s lookin’ sour since a n-gg- elevated
i live that mob life snakes get decapitaded

[x4]
i sell dope
f-ck hoes
rock ice
throwin’ up gang signs
mob life

b-tch who you talkin’ to like n-gg- is the brokest
i’ll take my pocket change and buy you and that focus
walk in the club glowin’ tips sacks just boulgin’
no security just lil n-gg-s all pills rollin’
i got a 30 round clip outside
so i dare a n-gg- to try take mine

i got shooters that don’t give a motherf-ck
so n-gg- watch your tongue and watch who you try to b-mp
you make that in a year
i make that in a month
you cope that sh-t to sell
we stuff that in a blunt
she said we pumpfaking speaking down on n-gg-‘s names
b-tch i don’t what’s smaller
yo purse or yo brain

my whip real fast and my money come the same
white louie belt, white shoes
i’m rockin’ cocaine
what you know about stuffin’ bands in the cereal box
tell the youngins to let me know when they see cops in the block

[x4]
i sell dope
f-ck hoes
rock ice
throwin’ up gang signs
mob life

- pbc payroll lyrics

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