M.O.B.
BROCKHAMPTON
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Hey, kids? (Yeah) How you feelin'? (Fine) Feel alright? (Yeah) I wanna be more like a child, they question everything Like, "Mama, where is your wedding ring?" The dust still settlin' Aight then, I'm settled in (pardon the, uh, technical difficulties) I'm tryna go in I hope you niggas know it Young boy I ain't heroic They hurting, free they soul, bitch You poor fool think you know it My boy got the heater loaded So I don't trip too often Reporting live from Kaufman These my dogs for life Until I see a coffin Them trees they got me coughin' I'm riding 'round, I'm cautious We yelling f*ck the law, bitch We finna get it started We youngin' and we wylin' That bread keep multiplying That pain just keep on coming Bring that holy water We fucking underwater We jacking off each other On the beach then cum in the water That's that holy water That's that Florida shit That 305 that gwalla gwalla Might not see tomorrow Wash the evil from your heart That's a verse I borrowed See y'all boys tomorrow We bring the mob out We finna mob out F*ck around leave your jaw down Leave your jaw down Ayy, we bring the mob out Ayy, we finna mob out F*ck around leave your jaw down Ayy, leave your jaw down We bring the mob out We finna mob out F*ck around leave your jaw down Ayy, leave your jaw down Ayy, we bring the mob out Ayy, we finna mob out F*ck around leave your jaw down I'm that nigga from the east side ready to bang out on your set I do not care 'bout who in front of me if they ain't handin' checks Holding my dogs down to the right and I got my baby to the left Both of 'em been on high alert for any sign of disrespect So where your head at player? You in the mud or you in the clouds? You with your plug when the shit went down? Now you both got blood that you can't get out Hope we don't drown, niggas is clowns But ain't no ringleader in that circus Rollin' up dreams, smoke away my purpose How a nigga hollow with a bulletproof surface, damn Push start baby, like she drive a Benz truck You ain't got no money, she don't wanna link up And if he f*ck up it's one call to the mob Pull up 'round the corner, yeah we make the block hot No reassurance, this here I burn it I got insurance for the way this 'bout to shock the system 'Bout that action , blow the pistons Cut ties better learn bout subtraction Can't keep the bug get out my system What we missin' Need that boom, boom, boom, boom Drop it out We bring the mob out We finna mob out F*ck around leave your jaw down Ayy, leave your jaw down Ayy, we bring the mob out Ayy, we finna mob out F*ck around leave your jaw down Ayy, leave your jaw down Yeah, we bring the mob out (bring the mob) We finna mob out (finna mob) F*ck around leave your jaw down (leave your jaw) Ayy, leave your jaw down Ayy, we bring the mob out (bring the mob) Ayy, we finna mob out (finna mob) F*ck around leave your jaw down (leave your jaw) Ayy, leave your jaw down Yeah Did it last night I heard you say (heard you say) Love them all but dying 'Cause that was in the way Well, if you don't mind I think I'll leave (I think I'll leave) Leave them all together Means everything to me
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Written by: Ciaran McDonald, Dom McLennon, Matthew Champion, Ian Simpson
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