Mob Songtext

von Berner

Uh I do it for the mob
A hundred forty large for my car
Oh my god
Funky feels with the rob
Brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah I do it for the mob
Yeah I'm always on my job
I do it for my squad
I do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw
High speed with the large
I brought a pound lets burn it all.
I'm always on my job yeah I do it for the mob.

This shit is super tasty
I'm super rich I'm lazy
I got a cribanazy
I filled it up with babies
I bought a new Mercedes
Escorts work and pay me
Gold chains like a dough boy in the eighties
Five fifty to one eighty
On the one o'one on the daily
God damn this life so crazy shot in the world comment hailee
Go ahead sip your bailey's
This flower just goi'n fail me
I got that lemon tree falsed out Kevin Spacy.

Good weed pretty girls
Coke white candy pearl
Leather in my space ship
Tell me I can have the world
Brad Pitt is with this world
Glass tip Mr. Earl
Funky feels and my papers burn Mike grab the girl

Uh I do it for the Mob
A hundred forty large for my car oh my god
Funky feels with the rob
Brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah I do it for the mob
Yeah I'm always on my job
I do it for my squad
I do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw
High speed with the large
I brought a pound lets burn it all.
I'm always on my job yeah
I do it for the mob.

She's rollin with the Doctor like Bonny and Clyde
Just rid'n every ride
You want to see these packs hold down lookin at a smile
I don't know why
She can't resist she's got the burning feeling inside
She want to twist on me want to hit some we got to get some fire by
Big Bern say ready if it go down
Hoe buddy covered in gold now
Buy a whole pound in the streets back seat
Uh chillen in a smoke cloud.
Yeah and that money keep coming in
Roll in one day wont smoke till my day come, dope like A1 roll up blaze some.

Y'all cant fuck with us
Untouch you way to close
We high up in highest fuck
Brain cells fuck'n toast
Light cream envelope
Light weed smell like soap
Hold it in till you choke
Top shelf cut your throat.

Uh I do it for the Mob
A hundred forty large
For my car oh my god
Funky feels with the rob
Brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah I do it for the mob
Yeah I'm always on my job
I do it for my squad
I do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw
High speed with the large
I brought a pound lets burn it all.
I'm always on my job yeah I do it for the mob.

Bitch I got a problem
Always I be mobbin
Aint no way to stop he got guns he goin pop ‘em
Then I goin shopping for that new Rolls Royce
I'm around
And you ain't got no choice
Shit moist out of su su my uncle garage
Get a nick for every pic that got a? trim job
See I'm mine but I'm breathing
Dabs got me leaning
Allergies I'm sneezing
Gets some ounces to reason
Money on the floor
Dirt up in my raw
Blind level hippy biggest rig I ever saw
And we respect the law
Cards up our wallets
Number on the bottom that's my lawyer if you call it
Fuck alcoholic
ODO some trees
I put up twenty likes make some shatter out them leaves
Zanies over eas
That shit from overseas
Mobbin from in the west she like that California breeze.

Uh I do it for the Mob
A hundred forty large
For my car oh my god
Funky feels with the rob
Brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah I do it for the mob
Yeah I'm always on my job
I do it for my squad
I do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw
High speed with the large
I brought a pound lets burn it all.
I'm always on my job yeah I do it for the mob.