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Mob Boss Lyrics


Lancey Foux Mob Boss

[Intro]
Woo, ha, uh
Yeah, she call me, ha, huh
Yeah, she call me, ah
Yeah (Brrt)

[Chorus]
Huh, yeah, she call me mob boss
She caught me sending hits, she caught me counting up the guap (Uh)
She caught me in the shower, bleach, cleaning up the mop
She said I'm wrong, I need to see Allah
She can't even look me in the eye (Huh)
Keep me a dirty Diana (Huh)
Pouring up a red tropicana (Huh)
And she know I'm wrong, but she never leave (Huh)
[Verse 1]
Washing out the blood with the Hennessy
They said I was a dead man, but I guess I'm back (Huh)
She heard I'm a mob boss, she heard I get them niggas whacked (Baow)
I just turned to Jack Harlow 'cause the suspect Black (Haha)
I turned to Harry Styles, they won't stop me for this shank
Mob boss, gotta switch my identity (Yeah)
I got a lightskin ting, yeah, she Tennessee
Benz P, I'ma gas her like kerosene (Yeah-yeah)
She beggin', "Please," tryna stop me from the killing spree
I hear your pleas, niggas playing with my destiny (Yeah-yeah)
I hear your pleas, niggas out here disrespectin' me (Ha)
Turn around, close your eyes when the semi squeeze (Chyeah)

[Chorus]
Huh, yeah, she call me mob boss (Huh)
She caught me sending hits, she caught me counting up the guap (Ha)
She caught me in the shower, bleach, cleaning up the mop (Brrt)
She said I'm wrong, I need to see Allah (Yeah, yeah)
She can't even look me in the eye (Huh)
Keep me a dirty Diana (Huh)
Pouring up a red tropicana (Huh)
And she know I'm wrong, but she never leave (Chyeah)

[Verse 2]
Doo, doo, doo, doo
A who dat fi wi (Pow)
Doo, doo, doo, doo
A who dat fi me (Bloodclaat)
Doo, doo, ah you wan' bark up mi tree? (Are you that?)
You know say me bad, me put a MAC through ya spleen (Baow)
Make my shooter stand down 'til I give him the green (Chyeah)
Mob boss, turn my gang to the Musalleen (Come on)
Disrespect me, then you're gettin' ate, Idi Amin (Huh)
Keep it an inch around my waist, I ain't talkin' jeans (Woo)
Boy get pinched with the Rambo, like a dream
Gotta turn the spot to a church 'fore I leave
Gotta turn the spot to a mosque 'fore I leave (Ah)
I gotta say a prayer for all the sins, all the grieves (Ha)
[Chorus]
Huh, yeah, she call me mob boss
She caught me sending hits, she caught me counting up the guap (Guap)
She caught me in the shower, bleach, cleaning up the mop (Huh)
She said I'm wrong, I need to see Allah (Huh)
She can't even look me in the eye (Huh)
Keep me a dirty Diana (Huh)
Pouring up a red tropicana (Huh)
And she know I'm wrong, but she never leave (Chyeah)


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