M.O.B
Shower Malik, Pak Man
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Counting bands till my hands hurt Counting bands till my hands hurt MOB, put your grands first MOB, put your grands first Counting bands till my hands hurt Counting bands till my hands hurt Don't mix me with those rap nerds Don't mix me with those dabbing ass niggas Counting bands till my hands hurt Counting bands till my hands hurt MOB, put your grands first MOB, put your grands first Counting bands till my hands hurt Counting bands till my hands hurt Don't mix me with those rap nerds Don't mix me with those dabbing ass niggas Walking through this Big Brother state Everywhere I go I see cameras on Thin line between love and hate I got Valentino's and Lombards on Dripping in Yves Saint Laurent Soon run London like a marathon I got a moaning girl she keeps rambling on Gelato 41, no ammy don Don't worry how I splash my cash You was never flash like that Never out here like man You was never in the flats like that I don't know why you rap like that You was never in the trap like that I just had a good few months No one needs to pat my back You ain't got swag like Pak Everything expensive This ain't rap it's facts My life's been action packed I take risks and prosper Take risks and prosper That turned my KFC into some steak Chips and lobster i've got bad bitches that Are driving down from Their country town to come blow me now I done been around the whole of South Still got hammers out up in Roach's house I don't know what you thought And I don't know what you heard But don't mix me with this frauds And don't mix me with this nerds Counting bands till my hands hurt Counting bands till my hands hurt MOB, put your grands first MOB, put your grands first Counting bands till my hands hurt Counting bands till my hands hurt Don't mix me with those rap nerds Don't mix me with those dabbing ass niggas Counting bands till my hands hurt Counting bands till my hands hurt MOB, put your grands first MOB, put your grands first Counting bands till my hands hurt Counting bands till my hands hurt Don't mix me with those rap nerds Don't mix me with those dabbing ass niggas Five shots in my pole All I need to lift him out them Jogging on the mains ain't no game bro Long nose (Woah) straight smoke (Woah) I know you fuckboys heard how I move with it I been a smooth gangster doing cruel kickings Ay, SK with the rubber grippings Baby girl, pussy wet, real easy to slip in Fishtailing in them spicy whips Fish scale, you see them finer things Young boys dem savage, on their rider shit I'm savage no 21, 44 Shower rider shit Bunged in a ditch, guap hella sticks Box of the dog, knock you back couple quid Get you kicked for a hundred quid Mortgage on a couple sticks Men lie, women lie, I be on my numbers shit Counting bands till my hands hurt Counting bands till my hands hurt MOB, put your grands first MOB, put your grands first Counting bands till my hands hurt Counting bands till my hands hurt Don't mix me with those rap nerds Don't mix me with those dabbing ass niggas Counting bands till my hands hurt Counting bands till my hands hurt MOB, put your grands first MOB, put your grands first Counting bands till my hands hurt Counting bands till my hands hurt Don't mix me with those rap nerds Don't mix me with those dabbing ass niggas
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