Mob Ties
Mob ties
Ono it's them niggas
Yea its dark sky's
It get cloudy when we mixing
Don't do rara
We gone let it sit and simmer
I ain't beefing wit no nigga
Just gone take his bitch dinner
Momma pray for me
My heart cold like december
Had my shit in may but then
She broke it by september
Took her to the six
Like I'm drizzy in sprinter
Cant even explain it
I was born to be a winner
I'm still on same shit
Days parties and strippers
Baby girl this life is basic
It get ancient forty two is smooth
Don't need no chaser
So I'm gone let you
Chase this dick into the bedroom
Want you naked
Spread out on my sheets
Ready for taking
No I cannot fake this
Girl I like you cause
When you out in public
And they asking questions bout us
Baby You know not to say shit
Way too loyal
Pray my people win even before me
I only got family ain't no homies
Still lonelier than ever
And that's on me
Wish that you could hold me
It's hard to trust shit
Fucked so many times
I'm on some fuck shit
Starting not believe in
None of that love shit
Where did all my feelings
I'm still looking but
Baby I can't find um
Pretty sure that she still got em
Mob ties
Oh no its them niggas
Yea its dark sky's
It get cloudy when we mixing
Don't do rara
We gone let it sit and simmer
I ain't beefing wit no nigga
Just gone take his bitch dinner
Momma pray for me
My heart cold like december
Had my shit in may but then
She broke it by september
Took her to the six
Like I'm drizzy in sprinter
Cant even explain it
I was born to be a winner
So we underline the bottom line
We don't do it for the audience
We do it for the ambience
You ain't eating I guess it's ramadan
Price is right I told her come on down
Show me what your workin now
I go out my way
Long drives from la to bay
No I ain't got the answers
I ain't sway
I'm getting fetty
She got wap so come my way
Baby I won't kiss and tell trust what I say
Way too loyal
Pray my people win even before me
I only got family ain't no homies
Still lonelier than ever and that's on me
Wish that you could hold me
It's hard to trust shit
Fucked so many times
I'm on some fuck shit
Starting not believe in
None of that love shit
Where did all my feelings go
I'm still looking
But baby I can't find em
Pretty sure that she still got em
Give me back if you got em
Cant bring myself to hit you it's a problem
Fresh told me that's a pill I gotta swallow
I said okay tomorrow
That was last season
And this year all the pain still in the bottle
Waking up to empty remy bottles
My way of escaping all of the problems
That's the fucking problem
Acting like I ain't got fucking problems
Hoping that the pussy change the outcome
That's not what it's about
My niggas think I'm simping
My heart drowning
It's running like fountain
Feels like I just climbed up mountain
Then jumped off that Mountain
Feels like I just off once again
How many shots till I feel something again
My niggas think i'm doing way too much again
But they don't understand that's it's your world I live in
Ono it's them niggas
Yea its dark sky's
It get cloudy when we mixing
Don't do rara
We gone let it sit and simmer
I ain't beefing wit no nigga
Just gone take his bitch dinner
Momma pray for me
My heart cold like december
Had my shit in may but then
She broke it by september
Took her to the six
Like I'm drizzy in sprinter
Cant even explain it
I was born to be a winner
I'm still on same shit
Days parties and strippers
Baby girl this life is basic
It get ancient forty two is smooth
Don't need no chaser
So I'm gone let you
Chase this dick into the bedroom
Want you naked
Spread out on my sheets
Ready for taking
No I cannot fake this
Girl I like you cause
When you out in public
And they asking questions bout us
Baby You know not to say shit
Way too loyal
Pray my people win even before me
I only got family ain't no homies
Still lonelier than ever
And that's on me
Wish that you could hold me
It's hard to trust shit
Fucked so many times
I'm on some fuck shit
Starting not believe in
None of that love shit
Where did all my feelings
I'm still looking but
Baby I can't find um
Pretty sure that she still got em
Mob ties
Oh no its them niggas
Yea its dark sky's
It get cloudy when we mixing
Don't do rara
We gone let it sit and simmer
I ain't beefing wit no nigga
Just gone take his bitch dinner
Momma pray for me
My heart cold like december
Had my shit in may but then
She broke it by september
Took her to the six
Like I'm drizzy in sprinter
Cant even explain it
I was born to be a winner
So we underline the bottom line
We don't do it for the audience
We do it for the ambience
You ain't eating I guess it's ramadan
Price is right I told her come on down
Show me what your workin now
I go out my way
Long drives from la to bay
No I ain't got the answers
I ain't sway
I'm getting fetty
She got wap so come my way
Baby I won't kiss and tell trust what I say
Way too loyal
Pray my people win even before me
I only got family ain't no homies
Still lonelier than ever and that's on me
Wish that you could hold me
It's hard to trust shit
Fucked so many times
I'm on some fuck shit
Starting not believe in
None of that love shit
Where did all my feelings go
I'm still looking
But baby I can't find em
Pretty sure that she still got em
Give me back if you got em
Cant bring myself to hit you it's a problem
Fresh told me that's a pill I gotta swallow
I said okay tomorrow
That was last season
And this year all the pain still in the bottle
Waking up to empty remy bottles
My way of escaping all of the problems
That's the fucking problem
Acting like I ain't got fucking problems
Hoping that the pussy change the outcome
That's not what it's about
My niggas think I'm simping
My heart drowning
It's running like fountain
Feels like I just climbed up mountain
Then jumped off that Mountain
Feels like I just off once again
How many shots till I feel something again
My niggas think i'm doing way too much again
But they don't understand that's it's your world I live in
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Writer(s): Johnathon Johnson
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