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Artiste : Finesse2Tymes
Titre : Mob Tied
(DMac got me too bangin´)
Keep all that shit, cuh

I was cut a little different, my own fabric
Had to cut off my folk, got my own family

I don´t owe you nothing, go get it, nigga
Where were you? I was stuck penitentiary, nigga
Stab me in the jail, you tripping, nigga
I´m the one who would go do the stickin´, nigga
Do that shit by myself ´fore I send a nigga
I´ma run out of breath tryna finish this
Money don´t mean shit, boy, you been a bitch
If you hang with a rat, nigga, you a snitch
We don´t do no mistakes, we don´t shoot and miss
I ain´t rockin´ with none of that goofy shit
Found out she an opp, put that bitch on block, but she play with me, I´ma do the bitch
Get you hit in your city, we mob tied
Bitches DM me sendin´ me heart eyes

Play that shit how it go, hit that bitch on the low, I ain´t cuffin´ no ho, bitch, you gotta stay
I don´t fuck with these niggas, I´m different from rappers, so when we link up, I feel out of place

Say you want you some ´za, you ain´t gotta wait
I got it right here in the booth with me
Asking too many questions, you too friendly
Breast implants on the chopper like new titties
I got niggas got life, they depending on me
The gang ready to shoot for me, any moment
Colored diamonds on me match the Fendi on me
I ain´t beefin´ with homie, he been jabroni (Yeah)
I was solid way back in the gap
And I came home, put the east on the map
And the Draco still ride under me
Got them players in the back and in front of me
Yeah, I´m ready, I know they gon´ come for me
Better be comin´ correct, nigga
Hope you plannin´ on sending your best nigga
MAC-11 I tote got tourettes, nigga
Get up on me in person, quit asking ´bout me

Don´t like cameras, I might have to smack somebody
Why you postin´ subliminals? Ask somebody
We don´t talk about bodies, don´t ask about ´em (Don´t do that)
Nigga hide behind money, I peeped him
FNG, I´ma quarterback sneak ´em
He think he out of reach, I reached him
Heard they laced that boy up, they creased him
Whole mill´ made off of a feature
50K sit on top of my sneakers
Got your ho hot and ready, Little Ceasars
I just hit your BM like I need her

I was cut a little different, my own fabric
Had to cut off my folk, got my own family
I don´t owe you nothing, go get it, nigga
Where were you? I was stuck penitentiary, nigga

Stab me in the jail, you tripping, nigga
I´m the one who would go do the stickin´, nigga
Do that shit by myself ´fore I send a nigga
I´ma run out of breath tryna finish this
Money don´t mean shit, boy, you been a bitch
If you hang with a rat, nigga, you a snitch
We don´t do no mistakes, we don´t shoot and miss
I ain´t rockin´ with none of that goofy shit
Found out she an opp, put that bitch on block, but she play with me, I´ma do the bitch
Get you hit in your city, we mob tied
Bitches DM me sendin´ me heart eyes