โหลดเพลง mp3 Mob Ties - Drake

Mob Ties (Explicit) - Drake
Producer：Boi 1da/Allen Ritter
Drake：
Ayy sick of these n**gas sick
Sick of these n**gas sick sick
Hire some help help get rid of these n**gas skrr
Sick of this sh*t move to the Ritz
Turned out the b**ch ayy
It is what it is yeah
GLE 'cause that Lambo movin' fast skrr
S Class G Class lotta class sss sss
In a rocket and that b**ch ain't got no tags skrr skrr
Louis bags in exchange for body bags yeah
Drake：
Sick of these n**gas sick
Sick of these n**gas sick sick
Hire some help help get rid of these n**gas grr
F**k what it was it is what it is
Whatever you did it is what it is
And I'm so tired tired
I f**k with the mob and I got ties lotta ties lotta ties
Knock you off to pay their tithes oh
They want me gone but don't know why
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey sh*t
I'm your brother sh*t all that other sh*t
It's too late for all that
It's too late for all that ayy
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey sh*t
I'm your brother sh*t all that other sh*t
It's too late for all that ayy
It's too late for all that
Ayy sick of these n**gas
I'm sick of these n**gas
Hire some help get rid of these n**gas
I'm not with the ra-ra
I am a Dada
My b**ch in Chanel now
Your b**ch in Escada sick sick sick sick
Yeah and they shook
Please don't let them fool ya I don't care how they look nah
Heard all of the talkin' now it's quiet now it's shush shh
Twenty-nine is comin' they on edge when I cook cook
Lead the league in scorin' man but look at my assists shh
Yes I be with Future but I like to reminisce yeah
I do not forget a thing I'm patient it's a gift yeah
Try to tell 'em they ain't got to do it they insist they insist
Yeah I can tell
I just gave 'em two for forty million like Chappelle two
Standin' over coffin with a hammer and a nail two
Heard you hit up so and so that name don't ring a bell nah
Sick of these n**gas sick
Hire some help get rid of these n**gas
I'm sick of this sh*t sick sick
I'm runnin' a blitz ayy
Whatever you did ayy it is what it is
And I'm so tired tired
I f**k with the mob and I got ties lotta ties lotta ties
Knock you off to pay their tithes
They want me gone but don't know why
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey sh*t
I'm your brother sh*t all that other sh*t
It's too late for all that
It's too late for all that ayy
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey sh*t
I'm your brother sh*t all that other sh*t
It's too late for all that ayy
It's too late for all that