Young Curt — It's the Mobb lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "It's the Mobb" by Young Curt.

Lyrics

I mobb I mobb bitches get played and slappd like ipods I spit game and they slob
All on ma knob like corn on the cob like the country in the east nigga I-raq
jus like
A pill you will get popped chickens on a rooster bitches on ma cock cause I go &
Nigga you stop you flip birds I flip flocks you hold da duce I hold da glock
stay on The block you stay on ma jock I stay flippin knots keep rocks in ma sock rap
game
Like a chain I got it on lock &like a dirty floor you will get mopped I stay on top you
Can’t have wat I got money all bars cause nigga I mobb*
Bitch it’s da mobb (5x)
You should alreaady kno do And everybody kno I give a fuck about a ho doe
Young d &yea I’m with the fam fam flinstones in my ear &ma pebbles go bam bam
Big belt around my waist lookin like a damn ch&diamonds n ma neck shine
Brighter den a damn l&I burn alot of trees like a damn c&&get blown lik
A tuba n a band c&the way I hold my pants you kno dat the man strapped yea I Pull licks got more licks den a damn st&now where ma fam at problems we Can handle dat keep the heat make a nigga melt like candle wax big fam bam yea
He keep the rambo pack 12 guage make a nigga flip like a acrobat she got a nice
Ass I go after dat she got a couple sacks I’m a tackle dat couple racks gimme
Dat nigga den I’m happy den I split it with the mobb gota keep it in the family
Bitch it’s da mobb
You should alreaady kno do And everybody kno we give a fuck about a ho