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Mob - Damien luci Lyrics

By: Admin | Artist: D damien luci | Published: 2024-24-09T06:21:23:00+07:00

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[intro]

i don’t f*ck with the n*gga, he a p*ssy (mm) straight up
so what’s got you feeling that way man?
n*ggas just be doing lil’ b*tch ass sh*t, you know what i’m saying?
sh*t a b*tch would do, you na mean, like a little b*tch

[verse 1] (83hades)

got they brother dead now they looking who’s behind the shot
f*ck him, he a b*tch put his greasy ass up in a box
you still think they scary but they not, they got bedazzled glocks
testing every motherf*cker in here, who gon’ think they hot?

all i do is motherf*cking score pass your boy the rock
isn’t that your mans on the floor crying he got shot
yeah we getting really f*cking ghetto shoot in parking lots
24/7 i’m a k!ller all around the clock

b*tches ain’t sh*t until i see them little panties drop
yeah my syrup sweet, ooh wee, i hit the candy shop
fizzy in my drink, lil b*tch i like to perky pop
everybody knows [?] out here, mr. k!ll*a*cop

i don’t do no handouts, broke b*tch what the f*ck you thought
better know my ties b*tch i’m chilling with the f*cking mob
got rid of the apples, but i’m still gon’ watch your head bob
spin around his block like i’m twisting on a doorkn*b
put him in a casket, ain’t no r.i.p. that boy a slob
if you need a score then hit me up, i got you with a lob
(what?) why these b*tches really think they smart
.223 hollow tips, b*tch, rip your body ‘part

[verse 2] (damien luci)

spittin’ with that chrome, it’s hittin’ stupid it go through his heart
offa molly in the whip, they in pursuit, ain’t throwing sh*t in park
hit that boy so hard, now he a phantom yeah he seeing stars
yeah i wacked ’em for a buck, pulled up on him at the mini mart

if you chattin’ then i’m walking up, the pole inside his back
on my chiropractor sh*t, made every bone inside him crack
boutta cop me three new whips, i’m making all them b*tches black
about to cop me some dior and treat that sh*t like it’s some trash

i be shooting at his feet and that boy look like party rockers
got your b*tch inside my crib and i ain’t even try to stop her
he said he mad ’cause he got jumped, he finna pull up with them coppers
i told him we can have a bash and i got plenty party poppers

yeah i’m smoking on gelato, got me melting in the stu
yeah he wanna buy a feature, told his hoe to bring him through
(yeah i’m smoking on gelato, got me melting in the stu)
(yeah he wanna buy a feature, told his hoe to bring him through)

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