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Mob With It
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Chris Brown
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K-K-K-K-K-Mac b*t*h, I'm in the buildin', guarantee that it's an emergency Stompin' like a stampede, so I know you b*t*hes heard of me I'm straight from Virginia, but this ain't common courtesy f**k your feelings, I take your feelings' virginity Million dollars for a show, got a n***a ballin' I think my phone tapped 'cause my money steady callin' Every other day, I'm in and out the office And my soup killin' n***as, need a f**kin' coffin I'm bossin', if I gotta take it off, I'm a warrior Known for buyin' big sh*t, call me notorious Kill that pu**y, ain't no secret, I'm victorious With all these Columbianas and Eva Longoria, haha Now I done made a million down in Cancún I keep sh*ttin' on n***as, need a bathroom I got my yacht in the water If it's sharks in the water It don't matter, I'm killin' 'em with this harpoon Ha, these n***as, they ain't my friends They party with me, party with me But at the same time, they tryna f**k my b*t*h And I don't care 'bout them f**k n***as Never get on my high horse Ain't ride out with these f**k n***as This life I got, I die for it Oh dawg, for this sh*t, man, I swear to God All my n***as in the club, we about to mob Mob with it (Mob with it) Mob with it (Mob with it) If you on the floor, n***a, better have a mob Mob with it (Mob with it) Mob with it (Mob with it) All of my n***as runnin' deep, we a f**kin' mob We mobbin' (Mobbin') We mobbin' (Mobbin') Holla at us if you want that problem First n***as was ballin', now we slam dunkin' Arms out of school like I'm ridin' in the bunky That's C Breezy with it, he pushin' my sh*t We swapped them out, just like we do the b*t*hes New to this, I hear they blowin' money like a swisher Used to be on county, now my taxes six figures Said my d**k conceited, can my head get any bigger? Then I told her to lick it and blow it, just like it's a swisher I'm that n***a, I'm that f**kin' n***a Is that your baby mama? She gon' need a baby sitter 'Cause once I get her, I'ma be all up in her You f**k with the tip, then I'ma eat her like she dinner Californication got a n***a faded I see why a pu**y n***a and the b*t*h related Too sweet, soft n***a, I'ma call you Danish I know you see this camera section, b*t*h, a n***a famous Girl, I better kill that pu**y like a vet Not like veteran, but I mean veterinarian, I kill the cat If you a paper chaser, I got them racks on top of racks Shake your money maker, I got a hunnid K-K-K-K-K-Mac Oh dawg, for this sh*t, man, I swear to God All my n***as in the club, we about to mob Mob with it (Mob with it) Mob with it (Mob with it) If you on the floor, n***a, better have a mob Mob with it (Mob with it) Mob with it (Mob with it) All of my n***as runnin' deep, we a f**kin' mob We mobbin' (Mobbin') We mobbin' (Mobbin') Holla at us if you want that problem
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