Correction Lyrics Mobbin' 2 by Khary

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Yeah, yeah
f*ck you, f*ck you, yeah
f*ck you, yeah, f*ck you

f*ck what you rep, not a gang or a set
We just mob through the net, f*ck a job, f*ck a test, aye
f*ck what you rep, not a gang or a set
We just mob through the net, f*ck a job, f*ck a test (Aye!)
f*ck what you rep, not a gang or a set (Aye!)
We just mob through the net, f*ck a job, f*ck a test (Aye!)
f*ck what you rep, not a gang or a set (Aye!)
We just mob through the net, f*ck a job, f*ck 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 f*cking 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

f*ck what you rep, not a gang or a set
We just mob through the net, f*ck a job, f*ck a test, aye
f*ck what you rep, not a gang or a set
We just mob through the net, f*ck a job, f*ck a test (Aye!)
f*ck what you rep, not a gang or a set (Aye!)
We just mob through the net, f*ck a job, f*ck a test (Aye!)
f*ck what you rep, not a gang or a set (Aye!)
We just mob through the net, f*ck a job, f*ck a test (Aye!)

This shit feel like recess, y'all niggas like Randall
Captain Yellowcoat, stay the f*ck 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 [*gasp*] (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 f*cking 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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