lirik lagu mob27 – friends
[verse 1]
you see me taking a picture
b-tch we is not cool ‘nough to differ
i feel like i’m in the olympics
her p-ssy is sweet like some vengeance
very real my shirt, that sh-t vintage
27 that shirt they must get it
oh, you n-gg-s can’t ever top it
me and my n-gg-’s the hottest
take off the same as that rack that she take it off
now she be topless i can’t take it off of the top me
asian but she call me papi
every proportions, n-gg- you know that i’m asking my portions
going for porches, lookin’ for fortune – talkin’ 500
fiat 500, we f-ck up our budget
they said i up chuck it, you know that we muggin’
say that when buggin’ but b-tch i’ve been buzzin’
40 i chug it, i diss you in public, b-tch!
[verse 2]
go with the mob like a juice whose smokin’ and wrappin’ is all that i’m used to, ay
two seven one-oh, n-gg- you done-zo
blow like a trombone of johnny head honcho
money so old that it walk with a cane
up in ya ear i’m relaxin’ your brain
i’m kickin’ sh-t like a one legged b-tch
smoking these bees like a n-gg- been crip
she swallow c-ck like a hennessey shot
rubbin’ my bottoms, got sauce on my top
22 inches the blades on the whip
roll up the piv, hit a lick and i dip
f-ck with this heat, little n-gg- you toast
all my chains rattlin’, sound like a ghost
i don’t think she want be friends with me
she handle b-lls like an athlete
i am so ashy like gucci be
two seven ten give a f-ck bout two seventeen
shout out my n-gg- shin-bi
left handed shooters we ball like ginóbili
24 b-tches, they yellow, that’s kobe
mobbin’ with heckler and koch, trigger preston
only got two friends: that smith and that weston
[verse 3]
no i don’t wanna be friends
off on the henny, she off on the xans, ay
no i don’t wanna be friends
you want it with me, gotta talk to my mans, ay
no i don’t wanna be friends
all of these b-tches i’m f-cking in vans
they want me to stay, but that wasn’t my plan
the way they treat me like i got advance, ay
no i don’t wanna be friends
yeah, i am the rapper but there ain’t no chance, ay
no i don’t wanna be friends
i’m going way harder than gargoyle your d-ck and she gargle my d-ck
i’ve got cells to my b-tches, she beefin’ my wrists
and that sicker than sh-t
ebola my wrists got the flu with my fists
and i’m whippin’ up pot of the crack in the kitch, ay
[verse 4]
run sh-t my dumbo
wrist whip gumbo
k!llin’ is for fun, bro
i’m the head honcho
d-mn, i got her num so clean like nun soap
fly like dumbo, diamonds, wait i need a poncho
i got your b-tch and she rockin’ the merch
she worships seasons like, “take me to church!”
three stripes adidas, and gucci my shirt
stack for a feature, but that’s half a verse
i see these n-gg-s and i know they playin’
gave that b-tch the boot, no i ain’t talking’ stalker like
you are so poor, she should know how i’m rockin’
she wants my dope so she eatin’ my frosting
i’m ‘bout them cinos but just like doritos
i step to zero, black guys like i’m meemo
fallout like chemo, you’re clowns just like nemo
don’t get your -ss deep or be found at the sea floor
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