Correction Lyrics IN THE MOB by Damedot

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I'm drunk as hell, it's two somethin', this ice cost like two somethin'
B*t*h, Peezy hit my line late as hell, he got two runners
She turnt it to a challenge, tryna suck me like a cuc*mber
I heard you got the Wocky jawns and I need a few of 'em
Goonie called me with some orange heads, I need a few hundred
I ran off on a n***a out the way, got a new number
B*t*h, I'm in the mob, you can call me Joe Pesci
Straight Talk gettin' hectic, gettin' neck while I'm textin'
I'll pull off, let off a hundred, send a message
If I spin a n***a street, I'ma hit him with the extras
B*t*h, it's Damedot the bank teller, ball like I'm Mayweather
I chose the straight drop over your b*t*h 'cause it taste better
Meech VS'd the rose gold 'Dweller and I iced my buffies
I can't give a b*t*h the whole d**k 'cause she gon' say she love me
Cute b*t*hes come dime a dozen, swear to God they love me
I can leave the house with no jewelry, still look like I'm flooded

F**k her brains out, now I'm actin' funny
I can't even think about a b*t*h 'cause I'm thinkin' money
It ain't least a thirty, n***a, why you up it?
Hit girly, hit her BFF, got them b*t*hes puzzled
We lied to the world, now we kissin' cousins
She heard my cologne cost a roll, so she wanna hug me
My b*t*h got on VLONE, but when it come to some friends, it's f**k 'em
To you n***as, it could mean the world, but to me, it's nothin'
It all started in the basement
Skip a couple years, now we got money by the cases
Turned a corner, they ain't see me, got 'em askin', "Where the Wraith went?"
Closed casket at the funeral, got 'em askin' where his face went
B*t*h, I'm in the mob, you need a membership to get in
Bought the 'Vette, but couldn't drive it, had to lose some weight to fit in
Gate surround the crib, b*t*h, you gotta show your face to get in
Man, I ain't f**kin' with you n***as, that's the type of space I been in
I can leave the crib without no jewelry, still got on a hundred
State to state, I'm goin' on tour, green face presis like I'm goin' to war
All these dead presidents, I own a morgue
Supreme season, new Supreme on, sh*t look like velour
Sick of n***as rappin' 'bout sh*t they know they can't afford
Junkie said I came a long way, I pulled up in that foreign

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