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Paroles de la chanson MOB BOSS par Lancey Foux

Hey, ha
Yeah she call me, (Ha)
Yeah she call me, ahh
Yeah, brrt

Huh, yeah, she call me, Mob Boss
She caught me sending hits
She caught me counting up the guap
She caught me in the shower
Bleach, cleaning up the mop
She said I'm wrong, I need to see her life
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)

Washing out the blood with the Hennessy
They said I was a dead man, but I guess I'm back
She heard I'm a mob boss
She heard I get them niggas whacked (Pow)
I just turned to Jack Harlow, 'cause the suspect black (Hahaha)
I just turned to Harry Styles, they won't stop me for this shank
Mob Boss gotta switch my identity (Yeah)
I got a light skin ting, yeah, she Tennessee
Benz P, I'ma gas her like kerosene (Yeah-yeah)
She begging 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 disrespecting me

Turn around, close your eyes when the semi squeeze (Chyeah)

Yeah, she call me, Mob Boss (Pow)
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 her life (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)

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?)
Know say me bad, me put a Mac through ya spleen
Make my shooter stand down, 'til I give him the green
Mob boss turn my gang to the Musalleen (Come on)
Disrespect me then you're getting ate, Idi Amin
Keeping an inch round my waist, I ain't talking jeans (Woo)
Boy get pinched with the Rambo, like a dream
Turn the spot to a church, 'fore I leave
Gotta turn the spot to a mosque, 'fore I leave (Aah)
I gotta say a prayer for all the sins, all the grieves (Ha)

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
She said I'm wrong, I need to see her life (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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