作词:M Samuels,A. Ritter,A. Turner,T. Hollins Jr,D. Atkinson,S. Barnes,A. Cruz,N Jones,I. Marchand,C. Mckay,J.C. Olivier
作曲:M Samuels,A. Ritter,A. Turner,T. Hollins Jr,D. Atkinson,S. Barnes,A. Cruz,N Jones,I. Marchand,C. Mckay,J.C. Olivier
所属专辑:Scorpion (Clean)
歌词
歌曲名 Mob Ties(Clean)
歌手名 Drake
Ayy sick of these sick
Sick of these sick sick
Hire some help help get rid of these skrr
Sick of this move to the Ritz
Turned out the ayy
It is what it is yeah
GLE 'cause that Lambo movin' fast skrr
S Class G Class lotta class sss sss
In a rocket and that ain't got no tags skrr skrr
Louis bags in exchange for body bags yeah
Sick of these sick
Sick of these sick sick
Hire some help help get rid of these grr
what it was it is what it is
Whatever you did it is what it is
And I'm so tired tired
I with the mob and I got ties lotta ties lotta ties
Knock you off to pay their tithes oh
They want me gone but don't know why
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey
I'm your brother all that other
It's too late for all that
It's too late for all that ayy
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey
I'm your brother all that other
It's too late for all that ayy
It's too late for all that
Ayy sick of these
I'm sick of these
Hire some help get rid of these
I'm not with the ra-ra
I am a Dada
My in Chanel now
Your in Escada sick sick sick sick
Yeah and they shook
Please don't let them fool ya
I don't care how they look nah
Heard all of the talkin'
now it's quiet now it's shush shh
Twenty-nine is comin' they on edge when
I cook cook
Lead the league in scorin' man
but look at my assists shh
Yes I be with Future but I like to reminisce yeah
I do not forget a thing I'm patient it's a gift yeah
Try to tell 'em they ain't
got to do it they insist they insist
Yeah I can tell
I just gave 'em two for forty
million like Chappelle two
Standin' over coffin with a hammer and a nail two
Heard you hit up so and so
that name don't ring a bell nah
Sick of these sick
Hire some help get rid of these
I'm sick of this sick sick
I'm runnin' a blitz ayy
Whatever you did ayy it is what it is
And I'm so tired tired
I with the mob and I got ties lotta ties lotta ties
Knock you off to pay their tithes
They want me gone but don't know why
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey
I'm your brother all that other
It's too late for all that
It's too late for all that ayy
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey
I'm your brother all that other
It's too late for all that ayy
It's too late for all that
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