Текст песни Mob on Em - Lunacie
Nigga
Really
Nigga
Really
Nigga
Really
Nigga
really
pimpin'
I'm
aggressive
with
my
ism
Pocket
full
of
money
and
I'm
on
my
way
to
get
some
Y'all
forgot
the
sickness
Y'all
don't
know
the
symptoms
Turn
the
hardest
nigga
that
you
know
into
a
victim
Bitch
ass
niggaz
like
to
hate
on
me
a
lot
though
I
got
a
clip
with
hollow
tips
and
30
shots
though
And
ya
bitch
is
a
fan
of
The
Rock
though
She
want
my
Mankind
in
her
mouth
like
Socko
Bitch
I
don't
care
about
your
threats
I've
been
a
dead
man
Police
never
caught
me
I'm
the
Gingerbread
Man
Came
in
with
the
Method
like
Redman
Nigga
got
married
to
the
money
like
Steadman
Bitch
nigga
why
is
everybody
so
hard
Nigga
why
is
yo
bitch
in
my
car
She
put
her
tongue
in
that
hole
in
my
drawls
Whipped
it
round
my
dick
Now
she
lickin'
my
balls,
good
lawd
You
gone
make
my
nigga
have
to
put
you
on
a
T-Shirt
Blap
blap
blap
Skee-Skirt
Skee-Skirt
Skee-Skirt
You
niggaz
ain't
pimpin'
Ain't
clutchin'
Ain't
slidin'
I'ma
have
to
teach
these
new
niggaz
bout
Mobbin
Bitch
it
goes
down
My
nigga
my
nigga
though
I'll
bring
the
whole
town
My
nigga
my
nigga
though
Bitch
it
goes
down
My
nigga
my
nigga
though
I'll
bring
the
whole
town
My
nigga
my
nigga
though
Mob
On
Em
Excuse
my
French
bitch
but
I'm
fluent
in
it
They
made
a
gumbo
of
game
and
I'm
stewin'
in
it
This
40
not
Peter
Griffin
but
I'm
Stewy
with
it
If
you
ain't
finna
buss
that
thang
what
u
doin'
with
it
They
get
nervous
when
u
slide
wit
a
crew
uh
niggaz
It's
even
worse
when
I'm
solo
what
I
do
to
niggaz
Bada-Bing
I'll
fettuccine
ya
noodle
nigga
Split
u
apart
& wasn't
even
taught
to
do
division
Mob
on
em
See
I
could
have
somebody
get
you
but
see
that's
a
fee
But
he'll
never
say
nothin
see
that's
assassin's
Creed
My
brain
be
leavin'
em
puzzled
my
mind's
a
master
piece
I'm
a
master
p
wit
no
limit
like
Master
P
And
you
might
really
hear
some
shots
you
comin'
after
me
Everybody
a
shooter
shit
that's
just
a
fact
to
me
They
told
me
snitch
on
myself
cause
they
not
a
fan
of
fantasy
Well
you
can
casually
turn
into
a
casualty
You
gone
make
my
nigga
have
to
put
you
on
a
T-Shirt
Blap
blap
blap
Skee-Skirt
Skee-Skirt
Skee-Skirt
You
niggaz
ain't
pimpin'
Ain't
clutchin'
Ain't
slidin'
I'ma
have
to
teach
these
new
niggaz
bout
Mobbin
Bitch
it
goes
down
My
nigga
my
nigga
though
I'll
bring
the
whole
town
My
nigga
my
nigga
though
Bitch
it
goes
down
My
nigga
my
nigga
though
I'll
bring
the
whole
town
My
nigga
my
nigga
though
Mob
On
Em
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