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Deemust - MOB şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Deemust

albüm: MOB


Back in the day when nobody give a fuck
I keep doing my music, only trust on my luck
Now lotta people wanna see me jumpin' on the track
Mufucka keep your shit, cause it's sounds like garbage
(Fast) Yeah I'm runnin' on my city
(Best) New wave shit only baby
(Your mans) Fuck that lil baby jit
(Come here) Shawty let me give some lick
Suwoop, suwoop
Got your man on the buff
Can't do nothin', he's so lame
Burn him, call me La Flame
South Side Borneo
Wasaka, OG bro
Fuck your girl, she a hoe
Eternal, let's go
Deemust, Cozy make a hit
We spit some shit, you know this gon' be lit
Fuck anybody that want see me lose
Come here man, hang on my hood, let's drink some Goose
This sound fucking lit, fucking lit, fucking lit
My whole squad riding hard all night with the bitch
She know who fuckin' pretty
Who fuckin' crazy
Yeah I know who fuckin' nasty
That bitch looking fuckin' nasty
I'm the fresh shit
Yeah she know me
She want to fuck with me
I said "yeah bitch can you suck my dick?"
Show me yours, that nippy can I lick it?
Bad bitch you're fuckin' bad bitch
When I'm with the mob, you wanna fuckin' hanging
Bad bitch you're fuckin' bad bitch
When I'm with the mob, you fuck with the all nigz
Deemust and Cozy
We link up, MOB
Borneo make it hits
0274, you know bitch
I put my city on the map
I work so hard, forgot to take a rest
These boys tryna get me on the mothafuckin' trap
Fuck indon, y'all know if I make music that shit more slaps
Slap, slap, that booty clap, shawty bad
Tap, tap on my IG, y'all boyz mad
Slat, slat, that hoe want me, she not bad
Gang, gang, shit, everyday we lit boyz
Get a game, need more fame
You gon' blame, that's so lame
Real gon' die, fake gon' lie
Rules number one
Trust no one
I got bitches, I got hoes
I got rare designer clothes
Poppin Xanny, kill your Bonnie
Clyde fuck with me, cause I'm real G
Get it?
Up in the flame, I got switchin' lane
I've been the hottest, can you feel this pain?
Rollin' dice everyday, wanna pull up on the block
Bitches rubbin' their twat, talk dirty everynight
Pucat pasi amarah terbakar
Berikan aku pedoman yang kau antar
Antara hitam putih tak berseri
Romusha datang berikan kerja rodi
Don't look back
Kill 'em all, put them hoes to rest
Don't snitch if you want a life
Gimme that, gimme bulletproof vest
Fuck Old School-New School, I'm still real Hip-Hop
Gettin' paper talk dirty like a bad
Dialect be the set don't disrespect me
Got hunnid more hoes just from this wavy

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