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[Kevin Abstract & DJ Bobbito Garcia] Hey, kids? (Yeah) How you feelin'? (Fine) Feel alright? (Yeah) I wanna be more like a child they question everything Like, "Momma, where is your wedding ring?" The dust still settlin' Aight then, I'm settled in (Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties) [Kevin Abstract] I tried to go in, I hope you niggas know it Young boy, I ain't heroic They hurtin' free, they so bare You poor folk think you know it My boy, they need the Lord, an So I don't trip too often Reportin' live from Kaufman These my dawgs for life, until I see a coffin Them trees, they got me coughin' I'm ridin' around, I'm cautious We yellin', "f*ck the law, bitch" We finna get it started We young in here, we wildin' That bread keep multiplyin' Them pages keep on comin' Bring that Holy Water, we f*ckin' underwater We jackin' off each other on the beach, then cum in the water That's that Holy Water That's that Florida shit, that 305, that guala, guala Might not see tomorrow Wash the evil from your heart, that's a verse I borrow I see y'all boys tomorrow We bring the mob out, we finna mob out f*ck around, leave your jaw down, ayy Leave your jaw down, ayy We bring the mob out (Ayy), we finna mob out f*ck around, leave your jaw down, ayy Leave your jaw down, yeah We bring the mob out, we finna mob out f*ck around, leave your jaw down, ayy Leave your jaw down, ayy We bring the mob out (Ayy), we finna mob out f*ck around, leave your jaw down (Yay) [Dom McLennon] I'm that nigga from East side Bring the bang out on what you sayin' I do not care 'bout who in front of me And dead, hittin' the chest All of my dawgs outside there ridin' And I got my baby to the left f*ck it, I been on high alert for any sign of disrespect So where your head at? Man, you win that money, win the crown Pulled your plug when the shit went down And there's four, five brothers you can't get out Hope we don't drown, niggas say, "Clown" But it ain't no realer than the circus Rollin' out trees, took away my purpose Turn a nigga hollow with a bulletproof surface, damn [bearface] Push start, baby, like she drive a Benz truck (Woo) You ain't got no money, she don't wanna lick up (Grr) Man, if you f*ck up, it's one call to the mob (Grr) Pull up 'round the corner, yeah, we make the block hot [Matt Champion] No reassurance, it's here, I bring it I got insurance for the way I'm 'bout The shot and say somethin' 'bout that action Blow the pistol, good time, better learn that Subtraction, can't keep up Get it out my system, what we missin'? Need that boom, boom, boom, boom Drop it out We bring the mob out, we finna mob out f*ck around, leave your jaw down, ayy Leave your jaw down, ayy We bring the mob out (Ayy), we finna mob out f*ck around, leave your jaw down, ayy Leave your jaw down, yeah We bring the mob out (Bring the mob), we finna mob out (Finna mob) f*ck around, leave your jaw down, ayy (Leave your jaw) Leave your jaw down, ayy We bring the mob out (Bring the mob), we finna mob out (Finna mob) f*ck around, leave your jaw down, ayy (Leave your jaw) Leave your jaw down, yay Did it last night I heard you say (Heard you say) Love 'em all but dying, 'cause that was in the way Well if you don't mind (I just need you here with momma) I think I'll leave (I think I'll leave) Leave 'em all together, means everything to me
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