Yeah, my nigga, what the f*ck is the deal
My nigga, what the f*ck is the party
My nigga, you know what I'm saying
It's the word, gang
So nigga don't nigga
Bitch, I will slap some ass
Don't worry about me, hoe
I said, yes
I will slap some ass
Don't worry about me, hoe
Count my cash
I bust dope moves
The things need to pass
I be off the store
Up in the trash
Workin' up, now I brought that dope back
Yeah, hit it good, just like Harry Rodman
If you ain't on board, it's real talk
With a drum and clap, make that bitch all slap
My butt in the whip, yeah, all black
Nigga bounce out, gang
F*ck a nigga, I'm clapped
I'm out, nigga
Got that pride, nigga
Need that Louis and that motherf*ckin' pride, nigga
Play a nigga in the mob, nigga
I rob it, nigga
I rob it, nigga
Not your nigga, not your pops
I bust it with size, nigga
Jump off and scrape, nigga
With the 15s hittin' and they throbbin'
Draw down on the sucker and I'm rockin' it
Bitch, bitch, I'm mine
Pull up like what's right
Bitch, bitch, I'm mine
Pull up like what's right
Shit, my nigga, it's the mind, nigga
T.I.P., my nigga, Pharrell
There's a paradise
Mack motherf*ckin' dry, nigga
Gang thug on the bitch, about 12 when I die
Big pimpin' in the ear and it just won't stop
I'm a man like Goldie, got it all in my watch
In the funky fresh, New Zealand's lookin' wet on my drop
When I yell up on them hoes, all them bitches gon' drop
Got them breakin' their neck and they wanna roll by
Got them breakin' their purse cause I'm an ice cold man
Got them checkin' my chicken and they gon' soon pass it
All my bitches down, got them thinkin' they the ones
While I get my money on, money runnin' by the ton
I do it with a lil' break, I'm off, then I'm gone
Shit, boy, I'm all in the long serve, dick up in the drawers
Get shit, girl, rack up your trunk with the bass
F*ck, you gon' feel the punch
Yeah, like a pill, pop it first
Young Macky, bitch, and I'm on the grill
Bitch, bitch, I'm mine
Pull up like what's right
Bitch, I'm mine
Pull up like what's right
Slick Pac - Im Mobbin Lyrics
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Yeah, my nigga, what the f*ck is the deal
My nigga, what the f*ck is the party
My nigga, you know what I'm saying
It's the word, gang
So nigga don't nigga
Bitch, I will slap some ass
Don't worry about me, hoe
I said, yes
I will slap some ass
Don't worry about me, hoe
Count my cash
I bust dope moves
The things need to pass
I be off the store
Up in the trash
Workin' up, now I brought that dope back
Yeah, hit it good, just like Harry Rodman
If you ain't on board, it's real talk
With a drum and clap, make that bitch all slap
My butt in the whip, yeah, all black
Nigga bounce out, gang
F*ck a nigga, I'm clapped
I'm out, nigga
Got that pride, nigga
Need that Louis and that motherf*ckin' pride, nigga
Play a nigga in the mob, nigga
I rob it, nigga
I rob it, nigga
Not your nigga, not your pops
I bust it with size, nigga
Jump off and scrape, nigga
With the 15s hittin' and they throbbin'
Draw down on the sucker and I'm rockin' it
Bitch, bitch, I'm mine
Pull up like what's right
Bitch, bitch, I'm mine
Pull up like what's right
Shit, my nigga, it's the mind, nigga
T.I.P., my nigga, Pharrell
There's a paradise
Mack motherf*ckin' dry, nigga
Gang thug on the bitch, about 12 when I die
Big pimpin' in the ear and it just won't stop
I'm a man like Goldie, got it all in my watch
In the funky fresh, New Zealand's lookin' wet on my drop
When I yell up on them hoes, all them bitches gon' drop
Got them breakin' their neck and they wanna roll by
Got them breakin' their purse cause I'm an ice cold man
Got them checkin' my chicken and they gon' soon pass it
All my bitches down, got them thinkin' they the ones
While I get my money on, money runnin' by the ton
I do it with a lil' break, I'm off, then I'm gone
Shit, boy, I'm all in the long serve, dick up in the drawers
Get shit, girl, rack up your trunk with the bass
F*ck, you gon' feel the punch
Yeah, like a pill, pop it first
Young Macky, bitch, and I'm on the grill
Bitch, bitch, I'm mine
Pull up like what's right
Bitch, I'm mine
Pull up like what's right
My nigga, what the f*ck is the party
My nigga, you know what I'm saying
It's the word, gang
So nigga don't nigga
Bitch, I will slap some ass
Don't worry about me, hoe
I said, yes
I will slap some ass
Don't worry about me, hoe
Count my cash
I bust dope moves
The things need to pass
I be off the store
Up in the trash
Workin' up, now I brought that dope back
Yeah, hit it good, just like Harry Rodman
If you ain't on board, it's real talk
With a drum and clap, make that bitch all slap
My butt in the whip, yeah, all black
Nigga bounce out, gang
F*ck a nigga, I'm clapped
I'm out, nigga
Got that pride, nigga
Need that Louis and that motherf*ckin' pride, nigga
Play a nigga in the mob, nigga
I rob it, nigga
I rob it, nigga
Not your nigga, not your pops
I bust it with size, nigga
Jump off and scrape, nigga
With the 15s hittin' and they throbbin'
Draw down on the sucker and I'm rockin' it
Bitch, bitch, I'm mine
Pull up like what's right
Bitch, bitch, I'm mine
Pull up like what's right
Shit, my nigga, it's the mind, nigga
T.I.P., my nigga, Pharrell
There's a paradise
Mack motherf*ckin' dry, nigga
Gang thug on the bitch, about 12 when I die
Big pimpin' in the ear and it just won't stop
I'm a man like Goldie, got it all in my watch
In the funky fresh, New Zealand's lookin' wet on my drop
When I yell up on them hoes, all them bitches gon' drop
Got them breakin' their neck and they wanna roll by
Got them breakin' their purse cause I'm an ice cold man
Got them checkin' my chicken and they gon' soon pass it
All my bitches down, got them thinkin' they the ones
While I get my money on, money runnin' by the ton
I do it with a lil' break, I'm off, then I'm gone
Shit, boy, I'm all in the long serve, dick up in the drawers
Get shit, girl, rack up your trunk with the bass
F*ck, you gon' feel the punch
Yeah, like a pill, pop it first
Young Macky, bitch, and I'm on the grill
Bitch, bitch, I'm mine
Pull up like what's right
Bitch, I'm mine
Pull up like what's right
Writer: Christopher Snyder
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid