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Mob Life Songtext
von Doughboyz Cashout

Mob Life Songtext

I get money, fuck what you talkin′ 'bout
If I want it, I cash it, then I′m walkin' out
Your bitch wanna find out what a boss about
Took her to the suite, 2 AM, tossed her out
I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice (2676)
Throwin' up gang signs, mob life (Mob life, nigga)
I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
(Doughboyz Cashout, you know what it is)
Throwin′ up gang signs, mob life

I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwin′ up gang signs, mob life
I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwin' up gang signs, mob life
I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwin′ up gang signs, mob life
I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwin' up gang signs, mob life (Yeah)


I′m a package handler, Schotties on the Challenger (Bitch)
Forgis on the 'Maro, rockin′ Louis apparel (Louis)
Run up on my shit'll have you starin' down the barrel (Bah)
You say you need three, well, we can meet at the Valero (Pull up)
All my niggas ′bout they motherfuckin′ bread, bitch (Yup)
All my idols on the motherfuckin' fed list (Yup)
You can kick rocks if you ain′t givin' up the head, bitch (Fuck on)
My stack so thick to the point I can′t spread it (Damn)
Tattoos, hella ice, got these bitches choosin' (Choosin′)
Offsets on the whip, I'm in the slums cruisin' (Yeah)
When that bag touched, I came up and started groovin′ (Yup)
I′m spendin' old hundreds at the set with my new bitch (Hah)
Louis shades on, goddamn, I can′t see shit (Goddamn)
Cali plug got the whole crib with that weed scent (Goddamn)
I paid three-somethin', but you paying fifty-six
Fourteen hundred for a cutie, three-fifty for a zip (Yeah)

I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwin′ up gang signs, mob life
I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwin' up gang signs, mob life
I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwin′ up gang signs, mob life
I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwin' up gang signs, mob life


You name it, I done sold it (Yup), my stack, I can't fold it (Nope)
This is my spot, I supply it, I control it (My shit)
I drew my piece out and then I told Hutch to mold it (Yeah)
He showed up weeks later with that motherfucker frozen (Damn)
You ain′t never seen a fiend nod out in front of you (Never)
Y′all ain't gettin′ money (Who?), every last one of you
They call me 4-1 P, but they should call me W (Why?)
'Cause I′m winnin', takin′ different women to the W
Bitch, I ain't stuntin' you, I been had cash (Yup)
I got belts, shoes, and hats
For every one of them bags (Louis, Gucci, Louis, Gucci)
No shoes in the box, just some zips and some cash (Yeah)
Ride past the club, leave the whole line mad (Damn)
These bitches lookin′ sour since a nigga elevated
Crib been bangin′, I'm just prayin′ that it never get raided (Yeah)
These niggas lookin' sour since a nigga elevated (Why?)
I live that mob life, snakes get decapitated (Bitch)

I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwin′ up gang signs, mob life
I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwin' up gang signs, mob life
I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwin′ up gang signs, mob life
I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwin' up gang signs, mob life

Bitch, who you talkin' to like niggas the brokest?
I′ll take my pocket change and buy you and that Focus
Walk in the club glowin′, ten stacks just bulgin'
No security, just lil′ niggas off pills rollin'
I got a thirty-round clip outside (Outside)
So I dare a nigga try to take mine (Take mine)
I got shooters that don′t give a motherfuck
So, nigga, watch your tongue and watch who you try to bump
You made that in a year, I make that in a month
You cop that shit to sell, we stuff that in a blunt
She said we pumpfakin', speakin′ down on niggas' names
Bitch, I don't know what′s smaller, your purse or your brain (Bitch)
My whip real fast and my money come the same
White Louis belt, white Trues, I′m walkin' cocaine
What you know about stuffin′ bands in a cereal box?
Tell the youngins let me know if they see cops on the block

I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwin' up gang signs, mob life
I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwin′ up gang signs, mob life
I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwin' up gang signs, mob life
I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwin′ up gang signs, mob life

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