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Ho, mob 1017, nigga Okay We the mob, yeah, we the mob I'm a star (My daddy made this beat) Ho I drip on 'em like I'm a faucet They follow me like I'm a prophet Nigga, if it 'bout that profit We gon' lay on your ass like a carpet Gutta Gang, YNM, we the mob Gas so strong, need a pickle jar Bitch wanna fuck me 'cause I'm a star Fuck with me, girl, I'll make you a star I drip on 'em like I'm a faucet They follow me like I'm a prophet Nigga, if it 'bout that profit We gon' lay on your ass like a carpet Gutta Gang, YNM, we the mob Gas so strong, need a pickle jar Bitch wanna fuck me 'cause I'm a star Fuck with me, girl, I'll make you a star I drop a bag in the projеcts (What?) I got a lil' bih with some good neck (Ooh) Letras de cancionesI hit a nigga with the bow flеx (Uh) Mm-mm, now he upset (Uh) But my finger, it get upset (What?) Trigger finger, boy, I up quick Pussy nigga, you don't want this (Ho) I hit that nigga with the drum stick (Grrah) I made the cheese, mozzarella stick (Cheese) I'm fresh as hell like a peppermint (Ooh) I'm givin' orders like the president (Ho) But I'm the mayor, bitch, don't get it twisted (Mob) Bitch, I go ape like King Kong (What?) We pass your bitch like ping-pong (Ooh) She told me that this her new theme song I told that bitch that she can't go wrong (Ho) Gutta Gang, bitch, we on top YNM, nigga, we the mob J'nem screamin' out, "Free drop" My nigga chop, boy, he feel the drop (1017) We got them blocks like Whiteside (Ooh) My nigga Rudy bang the right side (Ho) My nigga Score, he bang the left side (Mob) So pussy nigga, don't get hog tied (Bitch) Drizzy gon' really bang a murder Your bitch on my dick just like a girdle (Ho) I'm movin' real slow 'cause I'm sippin' purple (Foog) I'm gone, I'm geeked up, Steve Urkle (Drip) We run the city, them big facts (Ho) Break a nigga like a Kit-Kat (Ooh) You a bitch, you need a Tampax (Bitch) Need to free that nigga MadMax (Ho) Statin' facts, I ain't really rappin' (Mob) Money on me, boy, it's overlappin' (Cheese) Movin' like a turtle but I'm still snappin' (Ooh) Your bitch a boss so you know I snatched (Ho) All I wanna do is get the money (Racks) The money, yeah, that's all I want, bitch (Ho) Gutta Gang, YNM 'til I die, on the mob, I'd never switch (Mob) I'd never be a Patrick (Mob) I'd never let 'em have it (Ho) I'd never let her snap pic Up the 30, let 'em have it (Grrah) I'm the mayor, I bring madness (Mob) Your family, they'll be saddest (Ho) Draco eat 'em a sandwich (Grrah) Should've never been a Patrick I drip on 'em like I'm a faucet They follow me like I'm a prophet Nigga, if you ain't 'bout that profit We gon' lay on your ass like a carpet Gutta Gang, YNM, we the mob Gas so strong, need a pickle jar Bitch wanna fuck me 'cause I'm a star Fuck with me, girl, I'll make you a star I drip on 'em like I'm a faucet They follow me like I'm a prophet Nigga, if you ain't 'bout that profit We gon' lay on your ass like a carpet Gutta Gang, YNM, we the mob Gas so strong, need a pickle jar Bitch wanna fuck me 'cause I'm a star Fuck with me, girl, I'll make you a star I feel enraged like Rambo I got a youngin with ammo (Boom) I had them boys at your back door (Ho) Some in black, some dressed in camo (Mob) I'm the mayor, boy, don't test me (Mob) They diss but they won't address me (Bitch) Don't need no stylist, boy, I dress me (Drip) Try to be the mayor but they can't be (Ooh) 1017, boy, I'm iced out (Mob) My diamonds hittin' with the lights out (Ice) Try to take it, boom, boom, boom, boom Yeah, nigga, know your lights out My pockets fat, boy, they open (Huh?) Pussy nigga, yeah, you know me (Bitch) Kickin' doors, we'll never forfeit (Mob) Ain't no fold up, we will find it (Grrah) My killer with the matchsticks (Grrah) All in designer fabric (Drip) Never ever been a Patrick (Mob) I got the milly from Atlantic (Mob) Jeweler told me I was gon' be rich I make a record like a magic trick (Uh) My nigga finna have a foreign whip (What?) With a Rollie, rollin' like these Crips Chops'll spray 'em, nigga, sucker slam (Ooh) I'm the mayor, boy, I got these bands You ain't hood, you don't understand (Mob) What I did, I had to take that chance (Bitch) A mil' from Wop was my advance Pockets fat just like a mini-van (Ooh) Try to take it, I'll give you a tan (Grrah) Rip the heater, I'm the toaster man Richard told me that I'm the G.O.A.T (Mob) So I know I gotta keep my focus Mama told me that I would choke Now these diamonds on me, they froze (Ice) Ava told me, "Daddy, you the man" (What?) All them nights I was in that can I made opps turn to a fan (Ho) Bitch, I'm fly like Peter Pan Ten toes, bro, don't let up (What?) Nigga slip, I'ma clean him up Rick say he want that Bentley truck (What?) My nigga, he gon' get that Bentley truck (Skrrt) My grandma gone, I don't give no fuck (Ho) I had come through, nigga, better duck (Boom) On that mud, nigga, I be stuck (Mud) I'm a star but I don't wear no Chucks I drip on 'em like I'm a faucet They follow me like I'm a prophet Nigga, if you ain't 'bout that profit We gon' lay on your ass like a carpet Gutta Gang, YNM, we the mob Gas so strong, need a pickle jar Bitch wanna fuck me 'cause I'm a star Fuck with me, girl, I'll make you a star I drip on 'em like I'm a faucet They follow me like I'm a prophet Nigga, if you ain't 'bout that profit We gon' lay on your ass like a carpet Gutta Gang, YNM, we the mob Gas so strong, need a pickle jar Bitch wanna fuck me 'cause I'm a star Fuck with me, girl, I'll make you a star 'Cause I'm a star I'll make you a star From Letras Mania