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Mobb Bop
Flee Lord
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Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Yeah, let me just go
I want all the motherfuckin' smoke
Loser
Mixin' three different vodkas and them D's twistin' choppers
Marciano get the salmon, young Flee get the lobster
Big pellets on stove, jealous of flow
So close to the stove that you can smell it on clothes
Sport mode is sick, I toss bro a lick
For every pound that we sell, we get four O's to split
My appliances is chrome, now you're admirin' my home
Try to creep and get sweeped, I set fire to your dome
Behind the shatterproof glass, automatics move fast
A quarter pound and two halves, break it down and do the math
Underground prince, let a hundred round rinse
I got a bad Asian lawyer actin' dumb around pimps
White Porsche, yellow pads, lights off hella bags
White cough in the Jag, nice torch in the stash
Barricade the door when we navigate the tour
Leave the crowd in suspense, have 'em salivate for more
Whole mob in the rental, gold Saab in the middle
Boy, you speakin' out of turn, four-five to your dental
Boy, you speakin' out of turn, four-five to your dental
(I'll drop that motherfucker, man)
Delgado, let's go, bro
Lord Mob
Mister Meet Me in the Sky
Took a trip to Cali, now the flavor's gettin' mailed off
Couple bitches pray I made it so they could write a tell-all
Product of the era where the goonies took your pell off
Now a nigga strip you, it's the steppers in the belt off
Took it off a big stove, the furs when it gets cold
On blocks, I'm Dikembe, the mob, I'm Dikembo
Delgado in the X6, nah, it ain't a rental
Marcy pay my line, I go Philly at your temple
No schools, mama raised no fool
Cheeseburger special, nigga eatin' sushi down in Nobu
A different life, I took it and I did it right
Now my twins be throwin' Gucci shit on top they Fisher-Price
Your hustle make you pick your life, I'm livin' mine
Played your tape, them niggas sound like dinnertime
These niggas sharks? Please, I done tightened up the fishin' line
You need a spot, I got a headshot, you think you gettin' mine
With gangbangers who gon' check a flag like it's the finish line
I'm livin' off of similes and judge you off your energy
I look a nigga in his eyes, don't see who you pretend to be
6'2", 350, The physics, not the chemistry
Was searchin' for them birds on Nextel before the Winter League
Yeah, and I still watch niggas fall like it's easy or a winter leaf
Haha
Pussy
Delgado Deluxe
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Let's go
Come on
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