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เนื้อเพลง Mob Ties - Drake

เนื้อเพลง Mob Ties

Ayy, sick of these n*ggas (sick)
Sick of these n*ggas (sick, sick)
Hire some help, get rid of these n*ggas
Sick of this sh*t, move to the Ritz
Turned out the b*tch
It is what it is, yeah
GLE, 'cause that Lambo movin' fast
S Class, G Class, lotta class
In a rocket and that b*tch ain't got no tags
Louis bags in exchange for body bags, yeah

Sick of these n*ggas (sick)
Sick of these n*ggas (sick, sick)
Hire some help, get rid of these n*ggas
F*ck what it was, it is what it is
Whatever you did, it is what it is
And I'm so tired (tired)

I f*ck with the mob and I got ties (got the ties, got the 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 sh*t
I'm your brother sh*t, all that other sh*t
It's too late for all that-
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey sh*t
I'm your brother sh*t, all that other sh*t
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that

Ayy, sick of these n*ggas
Sick of these n*ggas
Hire some help
Get rid of these n*ggas
I'm not with the ra-ra
I am a da-da
My b*tch in Chanel now
Your b*tch in the Prada (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)
29 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 them two for $40 million like Chappelle (two)
Standing over coffin with a hammer and a nail (two)
Heard you hit up so and so that name don't ring a bell

Sick of these n*ggas (sick)
Sick of these n*ggas (sick, sick)
Hire some help, get rid of these n*ggas
I'm sick of this sh*t (sick, sick)
I'm runnin' a blitz
Whatever you did, it is what it is
And I'm so tired (tired)

I f*ck with the mob and I got ties (got the ties, got the 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 sh*t
I'm your brother sh*t, all that other sh*t
It's too late for all that-
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey sh*t
I'm your brother sh*t, all that other sh*t
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that

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เนื้อเพลง Mob Ties ที่แสดงบนเว็บก็เพื่อประโยชน์ในการศึกษาเท่านั้น สิทธิ์ในเนื้อเพลงยังคงเป็นของผู้ประพันธ์หรือผู้ถือสิทธิ์เช่นเดิม - ทางเว็บไซต์ไม่มีบริการดาวน์โหลด MP3 เพลง Mob Ties หรือบริการดาวน์โหลดใดๆ ซึ่งเป็นการกระทำที่ผิดลิขสิทธิ์ - วิดีโอที่เกี่ยวกับเพลง Mob Ties เป็นบริการของยูทูบ ทางเว็บไซต์ไม่มีสิทธิ์เลือกหรือคัดเพลงที่เกี่ยวข้อง หากพบเห็นวิดีโอไม่เหมาะสมกรุณาคลิกบนวิดีโอนั้นไปที่เว็บไซต์ยูทูบเพื่อแจ้งกับทางยูทูบ