Cooling laying low and I'm just getting to the cheddar
I'm a really nice guy but try to fight I know I'm better
I just hit a pussy boy upside the head like a Beretta
223 yeah that's the combo for the dome just like a header
Hold up wait what
I just pulled up with the mob
I'm like Juicy J hoes slob on my nob
I got the gas but I do not jugg and rob
I'm just lit you bitches corn on a cob
Bitch I can never relate
Tryna get paid
Got all the food on my plate
You just be feening for fame
Boy you a lame
You know i'm killing the game
They gon' remember the name going insane
Cashing out like i'm a chase
Getting the bag to the safe without a trace
Imma take all of the bread that you made
Getting up my digits you gon' be the jealous type
This an easy written but for the flows you gotta try
Smoking the pack ain't popping a xanny
Ride in a phantom no danny
The lyricism uncanny
I'm on yo ass like a fanny (pack)
Got the groovy shit that make you pussies super mad
I'm sonning all you bitches ya'll gon' call me super dad
Pockets fat like Jonah Hill oh yeah i'm talking super bad
When they hear this they gon' cry because I know they super sad
Hold up wait what
I just pulled up with the mob
I'm like Juicy J hoes slob on my nob
I got the gas but I do not jugg and rob
I'm just lit you bitches corn on a cob
Like a demon come from underneath I pull up with the heat
You want smoke you get it from the team i'm coming at ya teeth
Get yo jaw rocked but my hands they got that Glock type release
Don't come at me or i'll leave you on a shirt rest in peace
I got bands bands bands
Watch me dance dance dance
I got the flow that's gonna make you hoes drop yo pants
But that 1 2 3 is what I do with these hands
Bitch you hear me when i'm talking so you better understand
Hold up wait what
I just pulled up with the mob
I'm like Juicy J hoes slob on my nob
I got the gas but I do not jugg and rob
I'm just lit you bitches corn on a cob
Hold up wait what
I just pulled up with the mob
I'm like Juicy J hoes slob on my nob
I got the gas but I do not jugg and rob
I'm just lit you bitches corn on a cob
Migs718 - Mob (Hold Up) Lyrics
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Cooling laying low and I'm just getting to the cheddar
I'm a really nice guy but try to fight I know I'm better
I just hit a pussy boy upside the head like a Beretta
223 yeah that's the combo for the dome just like a header
Hold up wait what
I just pulled up with the mob
I'm like Juicy J hoes slob on my nob
I got the gas but I do not jugg and rob
I'm just lit you bitches corn on a cob
Bitch I can never relate
Tryna get paid
Got all the food on my plate
You just be feening for fame
Boy you a lame
You know i'm killing the game
They gon' remember the name going insane
Cashing out like i'm a chase
Getting the bag to the safe without a trace
Imma take all of the bread that you made
Getting up my digits you gon' be the jealous type
This an easy written but for the flows you gotta try
Smoking the pack ain't popping a xanny
Ride in a phantom no danny
The lyricism uncanny
I'm on yo ass like a fanny (pack)
Got the groovy shit that make you pussies super mad
I'm sonning all you bitches ya'll gon' call me super dad
Pockets fat like Jonah Hill oh yeah i'm talking super bad
When they hear this they gon' cry because I know they super sad
Hold up wait what
I just pulled up with the mob
I'm like Juicy J hoes slob on my nob
I got the gas but I do not jugg and rob
I'm just lit you bitches corn on a cob
Like a demon come from underneath I pull up with the heat
You want smoke you get it from the team i'm coming at ya teeth
Get yo jaw rocked but my hands they got that Glock type release
Don't come at me or i'll leave you on a shirt rest in peace
I got bands bands bands
Watch me dance dance dance
I got the flow that's gonna make you hoes drop yo pants
But that 1 2 3 is what I do with these hands
Bitch you hear me when i'm talking so you better understand
Hold up wait what
I just pulled up with the mob
I'm like Juicy J hoes slob on my nob
I got the gas but I do not jugg and rob
I'm just lit you bitches corn on a cob
Hold up wait what
I just pulled up with the mob
I'm like Juicy J hoes slob on my nob
I got the gas but I do not jugg and rob
I'm just lit you bitches corn on a cob
I'm a really nice guy but try to fight I know I'm better
I just hit a pussy boy upside the head like a Beretta
223 yeah that's the combo for the dome just like a header
Hold up wait what
I just pulled up with the mob
I'm like Juicy J hoes slob on my nob
I got the gas but I do not jugg and rob
I'm just lit you bitches corn on a cob
Bitch I can never relate
Tryna get paid
Got all the food on my plate
You just be feening for fame
Boy you a lame
You know i'm killing the game
They gon' remember the name going insane
Cashing out like i'm a chase
Getting the bag to the safe without a trace
Imma take all of the bread that you made
Getting up my digits you gon' be the jealous type
This an easy written but for the flows you gotta try
Smoking the pack ain't popping a xanny
Ride in a phantom no danny
The lyricism uncanny
I'm on yo ass like a fanny (pack)
Got the groovy shit that make you pussies super mad
I'm sonning all you bitches ya'll gon' call me super dad
Pockets fat like Jonah Hill oh yeah i'm talking super bad
When they hear this they gon' cry because I know they super sad
Hold up wait what
I just pulled up with the mob
I'm like Juicy J hoes slob on my nob
I got the gas but I do not jugg and rob
I'm just lit you bitches corn on a cob
Like a demon come from underneath I pull up with the heat
You want smoke you get it from the team i'm coming at ya teeth
Get yo jaw rocked but my hands they got that Glock type release
Don't come at me or i'll leave you on a shirt rest in peace
I got bands bands bands
Watch me dance dance dance
I got the flow that's gonna make you hoes drop yo pants
But that 1 2 3 is what I do with these hands
Bitch you hear me when i'm talking so you better understand
Hold up wait what
I just pulled up with the mob
I'm like Juicy J hoes slob on my nob
I got the gas but I do not jugg and rob
I'm just lit you bitches corn on a cob
Hold up wait what
I just pulled up with the mob
I'm like Juicy J hoes slob on my nob
I got the gas but I do not jugg and rob
I'm just lit you bitches corn on a cob
Writer: MIGUELITO HOFFMAN
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