Mob Ties (Clean)

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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