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steady mobbin - young money lyrics

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“steady mobbin”

man, f-ck these n-gg-s
i-i’ma spare everything but these n-gg-s
i flip the gun and gun b-tt these n-gg-s
take the knife off tha ak and gut these n-gg-s

yeah, and f-ck these b-tches
i swear i care about everything b-but these b-tches
i-i don’t care, i, so what? these b-tches
and i put young mula baby way above these b-tches

ha, if it ain’t broke, don’t break it
a-and if he ain’t shook, i’m gon’ shake him
hope i don’t look weak ’cause when a wolf cry wolf
you still see that wolf teeth, m-th-f-cka

f-futuristic handgun
if you act foul, you get two shots and one
> i’m at your face like man c-m
you n-gg-s softer then rosanne’s son
y-y-you cannot reach me on my samsung

i’m busy f-cking the world and givin’ the universe my d-mn tongue
crazy m-th-f-cka, i am one, b-but the crazy thing is i began one
a-all white bricks i’m straight like it’s jumpin’ back to thirty-six n-gg-
big house, long hallways, got ten bathrooms, i can sh-t all day, n-gg-

and we don’t want no problems
okay, you’re a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin?
yeah, big kane on the beat, i f-ck around
and leave a n-gg-‘s brains on the street, ooh

now pop that p-ssy i bring her to my bedroom
and pop that p-ssy, uh, huh and we be steady mobbin’
oh, kimosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby

what the f-ck is up? it’s gucci maine the g
it’s t-tty, boy, no pity, boy, big scarcity, the city boy
so icy, so, no nike boy, just gucci louis prada ‘scuse me
gucci maine keep sh-ttin’ on me
why that boy keep buyin’ jewelry?

east atlanta c-ckin’ hammers
bandannas on car antennas
no, we do not talk to strangers
just cut off these n-gg-s fingaz
gucci’s armed and dangerous
cocaine, codeine and angel dust

this ak 47’ll hit you everywhere from ankle up
clip the size of nia long, clips long as a pringles can
.45 desert eagle on me you’ll think i’m an eagles fan
tony braxton sniper rifle make you never breathe again
f-ck that n-gg-, kill that n-gg-, bring him back, kill him again
gucci

yeah, th-the money is the motive
f-ck with the money, it get ugly as coyote
okay, i’m reloadin’ better pull it if you tote it
i buy a pound, break it down, and put it in a stogie

swagga so bright i don’t even need light
i’m wit a model broad, she don’t even eat rice
uh, but would you believe that she dyk-s
and she asked me for a pitcher, so i gave her three strikes

i’m the man around this m-th-f-cka
i’m so hot you probably catch a tan around this m-th-f-cka
this rap game, i got my hand around this m-th-f-cka
yeah, i said game but i ain’t playin’ around this m-th-f-cka

yeah, i’m the best to ever do it b-tch
and you the best at never doin’ sh-t
if you the sh-t, then i’m sewer rich
t-try me, and i’ll have your people readin’ eulogies

i swear you can’t f-ck wit me
but i can f-ck yo’ girl and make her nut for me
then sl-t for me, then kill for me, then steal for me
and of course it’ll be yo’ cash
then i’ll murder that b-tch and send her body back to yo’ -ss

a-a-and we don’t want no problems
o-okay, you’re a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin?
yeah, big kane on the beat, i f-f-ck around
and leave a n-gg- brains on the street, ooh

now pop that p-ssy i bring her to my bedroom
and pop that p-ssy, uh, huh and we be steady mobbin’
oh, kimosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby

uh, man, suck my clip, swallow my bullets, and don’t you spit
uh, i am the hip hop socialist
life is a gamble and i’m all about my poker chips
do you want a dose of this? i will make the most of this

f is for ferocious, murder your -ssociates
the top is so appropriate
this is just where i belong
keep a hard d-ck for yo’ girlfriend to wobble on
weezy

and we don’t want no problems
okay, you’re a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin?
yeah, big kane on the beat, i-i f-ck around
and leave a n-gg- brains on the street, ooh

now pop that p-ssy, i-i bring her to my bedroom
and pop that p-ssy, uh huh, and we be steady mobbin’
oh, kimosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby

a-and we don’t want no problems
okay, you’re a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin?
yeah, big kane on the beat, i f-f-ck around
and leave a n-gg- brains on the street, ooh

now pop that p-ssy, i bring her to my bedroom
and pop that p-ssy, uh huh, and we be steady mobbin’
oh, kimosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby

- young money lyrics

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