MOB Lyrics – Smokepurpp
You don’t wanna work ’cause you never got sticks like branch
All of my niggas they slime but they slatt, they gon’ shoot if you give ’em a chance
I sent [?] and I told her just give me some woods and some [?]
.223 but it’s gon’ PTSD like I walked in this *** with ***
M-O-B, I never gave a *** about a ho, yeah
In a penthouse out in New York, got a case of all red
All red, *** tech (***)
M-O-B, I never gave a *** about a ho, yeah (Sheesh, woo)
Chrome heart jeans, them *** stunt on my leg
(Fye, fye, fye, fye) ***, fill his whole motherfuckin’ head with led
Flew the *** in then I flew the *** back, yeah, the *** got to my head
***, leave me alone, I need me some space
Cartier buss on my face (Yeah), pay for her nails and her lace (Yeah)
He tried to reach for a [?], he get shot in the face
Four pockets full of blue cheese, yeah
[?] diamonds my teeth, yeah
I’m in the trap and I’m whipping the dough up
I pour a four in my motherfuckin’ soda
You don’t wanna work ’cause you never got sticks like branch
All of my niggas they slime but they slatt, they gon’ shoot if you give ’em a chance
I sent [?] and I told her just give me some woods and some [?]
.223 but it’s gon’ PTSD like I walked in this *** with ***
M-O-B, I never gave a *** about a ho, yeah
In a penthouse out in New York, got a case of all red
All red, *** tech (***)
M-O-B, I never gave a *** about a ho, yeah (Sheesh, woo)
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