lirik lagu retro su$h! - mobsters
[intro-skooly (jace)]
yeah, yeah
my cosa nostra
haha, ’til night night
c’mon benny, man
nah forreal, f-ckin’ mobsters, n-gga haha
(that sh-t crazy)
[hook-skooly with jace]
aye look, mobsters, shrimp and pasta (pasta), with the lobster
partners, they kinda awesome (yeah!), i can’t stop ’em
caution, like they might rob ya, i can’t stop ’em
blazin’, my hair like haitians, i smoke like rasta
gotta go get me some money, i gotta go get me some money, yeah, yeah (i gotta!)
gotta go get me some money, i gotta go get me some money, yeah, yeah (turn it up!)
gotta go get me some money, i gotta go get me some money, yeah, yeah
gotta go get me some money, i gotta go get me some money, yeah, yeah
[verse 1-jace]
eastside, eastside, one time for that eastside
you know that’s where i’m from, had to say it like three times
i’m the y3 throwin’ up peace signs, still dodging that one time
real n-gga no snitchin’
young n-ggas all in that kitchen
still tryna rap me a milli
benz goin’ skrrtt, audi goin’ skrrtt, worth a million on the motherf-ckin’ low
crosses on my denim, make it look like a church, better act like you motherf-ckin’ know
[?] smashed, all i got’s gas, ooh girl excuse me
on contact, by all my comrades, like-like a movie
someone call martin, i mean scorsese
i’m eating spaghetti, with my [?]
uhh, new money in a old ‘cedes
ballin’ so crazy, i might f-ck your old lady
[hook-skooly with jace]
aye look, mobsters, shrimp and pasta (pasta), with the lobster
partners, they kinda awesome (yeah!), i can’t stop ’em
caution, like they might rob ya, i can’t stop ’em
blazin’, my hair like haitians, i smoke like rasta
gotta go get me some money, i gotta go get me some money, yeah, yeah (i gotta!)
gotta go get me some money, i gotta go get me some money, yeah, yeah (turn it up!)
gotta go get me some money, i gotta go get me some money, yeah, yeah (uhh, black john gotti)
gotta go get me some money, i gotta go get me some money, yeah, yeah
[verse 2-skooly]
look, real spill, i ain’t trippin’ lil homie (black john gotti)
i’m the, real deal, keep your distance lil homie (the dapper don)
look at the b-tch for lil homie
look at the wrist on lil homie (godd-mn!)
please do not trip on lil homie (naw)
you’ll end up missin’ lil homie (woo!)
haha, ha
you’ll end up missin’ lil homie
(you’ll end up missin’ lil homie)
you’ll end up missin’ lil homie
(you’ll end up missin’ lil homie)
you’ll end up missin’ lil homie
(you’ll end up missin’ lil homie)
(what?)
please do not trip on the homie
(you’ll end up missin’ lil homie)
might end up missin’ lil homie
i might pull up, in the back on you
(might pull up!)
i got two b-tches, and that sh-t new
(that b-tch from over there!)
i got two zips and a apple juice
(go on!)
cosa nostra please, they mean the most to me
[hook-skooly with jace]
aye look, mobsters, shrimp and pasta (pasta), with the lobster
partners, they kinda awesome (yeah!), i can’t stop ’em
caution, like they might rob ya, i can’t stop ’em
blazin’, my hair like haitians, i smoke like rasta
gotta go get me some money, i gotta go get me some money, yeah, yeah (i gotta!)
gotta go get me some money, i gotta go get me some money, yeah, yeah (turn it up!)
gotta go get me some money, i gotta go get me some money, yeah, yeah
gotta go get me some money, i gotta go get me some money, yeah, yeah
[verse 3-fatkidsbrotha]
all of these b-tches they love me, no kissin’, don’t hug me
i’m straight bout that money baby (money baby)
i know you fakin’ and floggin’
go miss me, see diss me, you don’t get no conversation (conversation)
too cold, wind chill
underground kings, been trill
might call home and try and k!ll bills
got offers, but we need like 10 mill (10 mill)
and you heard what i said, don’t hug me (don’t hug me)
i’m vito, you michael boy, as for that [?], you ain’t never goin’ son me (son me)
i’m up where the sun be
yeah that’s why they love me (love me)
said that’s why they love me (love me)
yeah that’s why they love me
[verse 4-hundred kae]
rollin’ up like rastas when its hard times (roll another one)
you droppin’ dollars, we not rats, so we not droppin’ dimes (get money my n-gga, f-ck)
ha, real take it, where i’m from they even take they time (nah mean, they take they time)
we tryna walk in, every girl make noise like door chimes (they goin’ make noise, f-ck they talkin’ bout)
ha, its time to ball like 1-and-1, make it or take it
like my henny, don’t chase women, but paper, i chase it
real n-gga, record me while i recall it
gotta pull up in that panamera porsche sh-t (skrrtt, skrrtt!)
yeah we shootin’, our dream is the target, buhhh!
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