2Love (prt 1)
(Fire this bitch up hulk)
They said they want the old me
Don
Oh yeah real mob shit I got mob ties
Yea real mob shit I got mob ties
Woah real mob shit I got mob ties
Woah real mob shit I got mob ties
Yea pull up brand new Porsche it got frog eyes
Just met a foreign bitch sitting court side
She been sucking me up so long she gonna be cross eyed
You know my shooters in the cut like peroxide
Toting FN's but I fuck with slimes
I been thuging on this block for a long time
Yea n think he slick we gone Columbine
She just eat up all my kids no child left behind damn
Thuging all our life where the Finish line
In the city they triple crossing I barley tie my shoe
Everybody know the city divided ain't no mistery bout it
Pick you side and stay there
Pick your side and stay there
You'll think the trap was my baby momma crib I keep my k's there
Trap spot full of big shit, shit you don't wanna get hit with yea
I'm with the mob don't go there yea
I'm with the mob don't go there
Real mob shit I got mob ties
Yea real mob shit I got mob ties
Woah real mob shit I got mob ties
Woah real mob shit I got mob ties
Yea pull up brand new Porsche it got frog eyes
Just met a foreign bitch sitting court side
She been sucking me up so long she gonna be cross eyed
You know my shooters in the cut like peroxide
They said they want the old me
Don
Oh yeah real mob shit I got mob ties
Yea real mob shit I got mob ties
Woah real mob shit I got mob ties
Woah real mob shit I got mob ties
Yea pull up brand new Porsche it got frog eyes
Just met a foreign bitch sitting court side
She been sucking me up so long she gonna be cross eyed
You know my shooters in the cut like peroxide
Toting FN's but I fuck with slimes
I been thuging on this block for a long time
Yea n think he slick we gone Columbine
She just eat up all my kids no child left behind damn
Thuging all our life where the Finish line
In the city they triple crossing I barley tie my shoe
Everybody know the city divided ain't no mistery bout it
Pick you side and stay there
Pick your side and stay there
You'll think the trap was my baby momma crib I keep my k's there
Trap spot full of big shit, shit you don't wanna get hit with yea
I'm with the mob don't go there yea
I'm with the mob don't go there
Real mob shit I got mob ties
Yea real mob shit I got mob ties
Woah real mob shit I got mob ties
Woah real mob shit I got mob ties
Yea pull up brand new Porsche it got frog eyes
Just met a foreign bitch sitting court side
She been sucking me up so long she gonna be cross eyed
You know my shooters in the cut like peroxide
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Writer(s): Kevin Bailey
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