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Mob Ties Lyrics By Drake

    ayy sick of these niggas sick
    sick of these niggas sick sick
    hire some help help get rid of these niggas skrr
    sick of this shit move to the ritz
    turned out the bitch 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 bitch ain’t got no tags skrr skrr
    louis bags in exchange for body bags yeah

    pre
    sick of these niggas sick
    sick of these niggas sick sick
    hire some help help get rid of these niggas grr
    fuck what it was it is what it is what
    whatever you did it is what it is

    and i’m so tired tired
    i fuck with the mob and i got ties lotta ties lotta ties
    knock you off to pay their tithes do doo
    they want me gone but don’t know why
    it’s too late for all that loveydovey shit
    i’m your brother shit all that other shit
    it’s too late for all that
    it’s too late for all that ayy
    it’s too late for all that loveydovey shit
    i’m your brother shit all that other shit
    it’s too late for all that ayy
    it’s too late for all that

    post
    ayy sick of these niggas
    i’m sick of these niggas
    hire some help get rid of these niggas
    i’m not with the rara
    i am a dada
    my bitch in chanel now
    your bitch 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
    twentynine 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

    pre
    sick of these niggas sick
    hire some help get rid of these niggas
    i’m sick of this shit sick sick
    i’m runnin’ a blitz ayy
    whatever you did ayy it is what it is

    and i’m so tired tired
    i fuck with the mob and i got ties lotta ties lotta ties
    knock you off to pay their tithes do doo
    they want me gone but don’t know why
    it’s too late for all that loveydovey shit
    i’m your brother shit all that other shit
    it’s too late for all that
    it’s too late for all that ayy
    it’s too late for all that loveydovey shit
    i’m your brother shit all that other shit
    it’s too late for all that ayy
    it’s too late for all that

    Artist: Drake

    Year: 2018

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 250