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Mobbin' 2 Lyrics - Artist : Khary
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Fuck you, fuck you, yeah Fuck you, yeah, fuck you Fuck what you rep, not a gang or a set We just mob through the net, fuck a job, fuck a test, aye Fuck what you rep, not a gang or a set We just mob through the net, fuck a job, fuck a test (Aye!) Fuck what you rep, not a gang or a set (Aye!) We just mob through the net, fuck a job, fuck a test (Aye!) Fuck what you rep, not a gang or a set (Aye!) We just mob through the net, fuck a job, fuck a test (Aye!) Hi, my name's Khary Yeah, that's my real name, it's not just my rap name That's what you use to look me up, stop fucking asking K-H-A-R-Y, what are you not grasping? Ash when I catch 'em, I bend 'em like Beckham, yeah, that's my lil' baby, my boo Class is in session, I'm not one for testing, confession: I dropped out of school Your girlfriend be texting, she's wet in her messages, sorry, man, pardon the pool It's hella depressing, I swear, I'm the best of these niggas you saying is cool, I just might turn up the wrench I put them all on the bench, that's what you calling the shit? You gotta follow the stench Smell like a stall in this bitch, I'm never calling it quits Frogger the frog off my dick, destroy a star like the Sith, sprinkle the sauce on the dish I got it all in a grip, I got it all in a- all in a- all in a- I'm just me, niggas cheap, I don't rock no Louis V In these streets, you got reach, you a young Huey P Nigga, please, I'm no G, even I can see you weak Sip my tea, c'est la vie, you cannot combat the steeze, aye Fuck what you rep, not a gang or a set We just mob through the net, fuck a job, fuck a test, aye Fuck what you rep, not a gang or a set We just mob through the net, fuck a job, fuck a test (Aye!) Fuck what you rep, not a gang or a set (Aye!) We just mob through the net, fuck a job, fuck a test (Aye!) Fuck what you rep, not a gang or a set (Aye!) We just mob through the net, fuck a job, fuck a test (Aye!) This shit feel like recess, y'all niggas like Randall Captain Yellowcoat, stay the fuck up off my pantone I don't got a boat, but her ocean I can handle This sound my old shit, I spit it like Rambo, loading up the ammo (Yeah, yeah) An outcast from circles I should have fit into You show's just a minstrel, they hyped your potential, your songs would be better if left instrumentals Niggas is birds, y'all just pigeons, no planes, can I have a word with your supervisor? He a Uber driver, Scuba Steve, I'm a scuba diver, foot go deep in your booty, partner Matter of fact, I'll two deposits, I'll admit, I'm a lot to handle, I rock socks with sandals Game was locked, had to flip the panels, found the key like alto, soprano, kill a rapper like show Sopranos I would be lying if said I'm trying, bro, I'm on a whole 'nother fucking level If that's who you vibin' with, he will be dying, well you might as well go and get the shovel Intern was a mixtape, Tidal Graves was a quick take Captain was a mistake, THIS IS WEIRD gonna fix fate So I'mma need me big plate, big booty and a rib steak Couple rubies and new estate, I don't care if just ate! |
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