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Fligga - Mobb Ish (feat. Act) Lyrics



Fligga - Mobb Ish (feat. Act) Lyrics




Space runners for the day jumpers
All white kicks stomp your face like a egg stomper
She a freak then shit
I'm a face humper make her throat suffer
Me and bro pullin' up in this base dumper
Your money low you assed out like a girl's onesie
Me and Breech get together like a sleepover
You got the heat but the streets colder Uh f*ck

Seen coke in the pot to hand the hands on the block
To parties in the yams with the ace on the yacht
Y'all don't stand a chance with the cans in the spot
I get bacon nigga you can race to the top
Yeah them birds gon' flock see it stretch it's so fantastic
You still nickel and dimin' you so ass backwards
I'm gettin to it your salary my damn taxes
Swept the sixth borough from the rock down to Manhattan lower nigga

Uh right up in the trap uh here come get this pack Uh we lose and get it back
Mobb shit semi-automatic with a cartridge
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do that's how we solve shit f*ck it

Uh right up in the trap uh here come get this pack Uh we lose and get it back
Mobb shit act up semi-automatic with a cartridge
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do that's how we solve shit Nigga

Calm shit spent 3k on these garments
Honest she took the top off it wasn't garnished
I palmed it let everything go in the cartridge
I'm stormin' these bullets like Tua on the dolphins problems
I let the hollow tips do the solvin'

Act said he love a handgun so he revolved it
All plain Jane it's only icy on the chain
Told that bitch to wipe me down until she couldn't see a stain uh
Pulled up in the lower right in ruckus with a bucket uh
Left out the kitchen with some baked soda substance uh
Triple H voice yeah bitch you better suck it
Now I'm slidin through the X with seven chains on my neck
F*ck a gym we catching reck
I put whatever on the set once beloved said the word
I'm back handlin' the curve uh
Pitching on the third with some stuffin' in the bird uh
Foot on rappers necks that's my word Fligga!

Uh right up in the trap uh here come get this pack Uh we lose and get it back
Mobb shit semi-automatic with a cartridge
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do that's how we solve shit f*ck it

Uh right up in the trap uh here come get this pack Uh we lose and get it back
Mobb shit act up semi-automatic with a cartridge
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do that's how we solve shit Nigga
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Space runners for the day jumpers
All white kicks stomp your face like a egg stomper
She a freak then shit
I'm a face humper make her throat suffer
Me and bro pullin' up in this base dumper
Your money low you assed out like a girl's onesie
Me and Breech get together like a sleepover
You got the heat but the streets colder Uh f*ck

Seen coke in the pot to hand the hands on the block
To parties in the yams with the ace on the yacht
Y'all don't stand a chance with the cans in the spot
I get bacon nigga you can race to the top
Yeah them birds gon' flock see it stretch it's so fantastic
You still nickel and dimin' you so ass backwards
I'm gettin to it your salary my damn taxes
Swept the sixth borough from the rock down to Manhattan lower nigga

Uh right up in the trap uh here come get this pack Uh we lose and get it back
Mobb shit semi-automatic with a cartridge
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do that's how we solve shit f*ck it

Uh right up in the trap uh here come get this pack Uh we lose and get it back
Mobb shit act up semi-automatic with a cartridge
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do that's how we solve shit Nigga

Calm shit spent 3k on these garments
Honest she took the top off it wasn't garnished
I palmed it let everything go in the cartridge
I'm stormin' these bullets like Tua on the dolphins problems
I let the hollow tips do the solvin'

Act said he love a handgun so he revolved it
All plain Jane it's only icy on the chain
Told that bitch to wipe me down until she couldn't see a stain uh
Pulled up in the lower right in ruckus with a bucket uh
Left out the kitchen with some baked soda substance uh
Triple H voice yeah bitch you better suck it
Now I'm slidin through the X with seven chains on my neck
F*ck a gym we catching reck
I put whatever on the set once beloved said the word
I'm back handlin' the curve uh
Pitching on the third with some stuffin' in the bird uh
Foot on rappers necks that's my word Fligga!

Uh right up in the trap uh here come get this pack Uh we lose and get it back
Mobb shit semi-automatic with a cartridge
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do that's how we solve shit f*ck it

Uh right up in the trap uh here come get this pack Uh we lose and get it back
Mobb shit act up semi-automatic with a cartridge
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do that's how we solve shit Nigga
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Writer: John Dozier
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Performed By: Fligga
Language: English
Length: 3:15
Written by: John Dozier
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