B, B, Black Mob City, Black Mob City
Black Mob City, Black Black Mob, Black Mob
Long days, dark nights
Earning stripes, Through heat waves and frost bite
Closet friend is your sig
No pot to piss
Chances is slim as your pockets is
Getting out alive without popping lids
Shorty pregnant she said I'm having a kid
I think it's mine, pops wasn't around
I feel I'm inclined
Hustling hoping niggas ain't dropping no dimes
I gotta eat, trying feast
Feed my seed, so she can blossom
How can I tell her I'm a hitman
Lit up a snitch and, I guarantee I got him
In this metropolis, blood I seen a lot of it
Dollars we seem to follow it
Like orders from god
You sell or you rob
The streets a turn Peter Pan to robin hood
Selling pussy and busting jugs
In this black mob city
Black Mob City, Black Black Mob City
Black Mob City
Black Mob City, Black Black Mob, Black Mob
Billy Badnewz - Black Mob City, Pt. 2 Lyrics
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B, B, Black Mob City, Black Mob City
Black Mob City, Black Black Mob, Black Mob
Long days, dark nights
Earning stripes, Through heat waves and frost bite
Closet friend is your sig
No pot to piss
Chances is slim as your pockets is
Getting out alive without popping lids
Shorty pregnant she said I'm having a kid
I think it's mine, pops wasn't around
I feel I'm inclined
Hustling hoping niggas ain't dropping no dimes
I gotta eat, trying feast
Feed my seed, so she can blossom
How can I tell her I'm a hitman
Lit up a snitch and, I guarantee I got him
In this metropolis, blood I seen a lot of it
Dollars we seem to follow it
Like orders from god
You sell or you rob
The streets a turn Peter Pan to robin hood
Selling pussy and busting jugs
In this black mob city
Black Mob City, Black Black Mob City
Black Mob City
Black Mob City, Black Black Mob, Black Mob
Black Mob City, Black Black Mob, Black Mob
Long days, dark nights
Earning stripes, Through heat waves and frost bite
Closet friend is your sig
No pot to piss
Chances is slim as your pockets is
Getting out alive without popping lids
Shorty pregnant she said I'm having a kid
I think it's mine, pops wasn't around
I feel I'm inclined
Hustling hoping niggas ain't dropping no dimes
I gotta eat, trying feast
Feed my seed, so she can blossom
How can I tell her I'm a hitman
Lit up a snitch and, I guarantee I got him
In this metropolis, blood I seen a lot of it
Dollars we seem to follow it
Like orders from god
You sell or you rob
The streets a turn Peter Pan to robin hood
Selling pussy and busting jugs
In this black mob city
Black Mob City, Black Black Mob City
Black Mob City
Black Mob City, Black Black Mob, Black Mob
Writer: TERRANCE A WITCHER
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Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave