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lirik lagu one mob - unleaded

[hook: paperboy rell]
we g-ssin’ n-ggas no unleaded
straight gas n-gga no credit
f-cking with the mob and you gon’ get it
30 rounds in my clip glock 27
pull up on yo -ss with this automatic
couple shooters in the car that’ll let you have it
broad daylight yeah my n-ggas gunnin’
usain bolt how you n-ggas runnin’

[verse 1: young bossi]
dear god, i wonder can you save me?
n-ggas sneak dissing but i don’t let it phase me
cocaine crazy this trap game paid me
born in the 80’s the dope dealers raised me
dope era n-ggas talking till i whip out the cater
you a captain-save-her i’ma money chaser
gucci blazer ar with the laser
jesus piece with the jew-els more mail off crack sales
i played the cards i was dealt, i can’t fold n-gga
with my n-gga philthy fish scale i’m a cold k!lla
put them shootas on your head you a hoe n-gga
disrespecting the mob you gotta go n-gga
free my n-ggas in the pen, all we do is win
chea, hope i never have to k!ll again
ridin’ dirty with the kicks on the turnpike
still plugged with the lean and the china white

[hook]
we g-ssin’ n-ggas no unleaded
straight gas n-gga no credit
f-cking with the mob and you gon’ get it
30 rounds in my clip glock 27
pull up on yo -ss with this automatic
couple shooters in the car that’ll let you have it
broad daylight yeah my n-ggas gunnin’
usain bolt how you n-ggas runnin’

[verse 2: philthy rich]
it’s philthy n-gga, aha
look, i’m in the acura accurate aim
in the kitchen remixing compressing them thangs
yeah i used to be broke so i rarely complained
same clothes for 3 days ignoring the stains
6 deep so ion’t gotta rap
quick to blow 100 thousand ion’t gotta stack
at the lot last week tryna cop the rari
a arcade in the house i used to play atari
still in the hood cause i never left
told em’ ice the bezel out till there’s nothing left
50 thousand on shoes i only wore once
n-ggas do the white tile and they don’t war with us
how your team strong but your boss a b-tch?
he’s tryna buy your respect it’s gon’ cost a bit
fake n-ggas with a lot of money
i’ll have some real n-ggas come take it from ya

[verse 3: mozzy]
still on some mainey sh-t i wiggle with an alias
h-ll gang my religion i’m putting all my faith in it
stretching out a backwood pouring up an eighth in it
40 pop fresh up out the box mob maintenance
my trenches is ridiculous couldn’t spend a day in it
it ain’t no point in having a yicki if you don’t stay with it
the pigs tryna label us crazy what they be making up
mama texting my phone telling me i should straighten up
i could never work at mcdonald’s cause they don’t pay enough
i shouldn’t be the one that you follow cause i don’t pray enough
forgive me for my sins i’m a man promise to make it up
the substance that i snuff out this hunnid really wake you up
cater drum stuffed with a hunnid go get your yankees up
play with us open your stomach and have it stapled up
the cater drum stuffed with a hunnid go get your yankees up
play with us open your stomach and have it stapled up

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