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Mob Life
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Mob Life was released on November 12, 2011 by Doughboyz Cashout Ent. as a part of the album No Deal on Chill
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doughboyz Cashout
Doughboyz Cashout
Lead Vocals
Jeezy
Jeezy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Delon Person
Delon Person
Songwriter
Dior Petty
Dior Petty
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Jerae Thomas
Jerae Thomas
Songwriter
Marquis Hill
Marquis Hill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Antonio Rey
Antonio Rey
Mixing Engineer
Payroll
Payroll
Producer
A-Tone
A-Tone
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I get money, fuck what you talkin' 'bout
If I want It, I cash it, then I'm walking out
Your bitch wanna find out what a boss about
Took her to the suite, 2 AM, tossed her out
[Verse 2]
I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs
Mob life, I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs
Mob life, I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs
Mob life, I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs
Mob life, I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs
Mob life, I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs
Mob life
[Verse 3]
I'm a package handler, Shanti's on the Challenger (Bitch)
4 G's on the 'Maro, rockin' Louis apparel (Louis)
One up on my shit, I'll have you staring down a barrel
You say you need three, well, we can meet at the Valero
All of my **** about they motherfuckin' bread, bitch
All my idols on the motherfuckin' FED list
You can kick rocks if you ain't giving up the head, bitch
My stack's so thick, to the point I can't spread it (Damn)
Tattoos, hella ice, got these bitches choosin'
Off set, I'm in the whip, in the slums, cruisin'
When that bag touched, I came u, and started groovin'
I'm spinning oh-hundred on the set with my new bitch
Louis shades on, goddamn, I can't see shit
Cali bud got the whole crib with that weed shit
I pay three-something, but you paying fifty-six
Fourteen hundred for a cutie Three-fifty for a zip
[Verse 4]
I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs
Mob life, I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs
Mob life, I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs
Mob life, I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs
Mob life
[Verse 5]
You name it, I done sold it (Yeah)
My stack, I can't fold it (Nope)
This is my spot, I supply it, I control it (My shit)
I drew my piece out, then I told her he's demoted (Yeah)
He showed up weeks later with that motherfucker frozen (Damn)
You ain't ever seen a fiend nod out in front of you (Never)
Y'all ain't gettin' money (Who?) Every last one of you
They call me four-one-P but they should call me W (Why?)
'Cause I'm winnin', takin' different women to the W
Bitch, I ain't stuntin' you, I been had cash
I got belt, shoes and hats of every one of them bags
No shoes in the box, just some zips and some cash (Yeah)
Ride past the club, leave the whole line mad (Damn)
These bitches lookin' sour since the **** elevated
Cribbin', bankin', I'm just praying that it never get raided (Yeah)
These **** lookin' sour since the **** elevated (Why?)
I live that mob life, snakes get decapitated
[Verse 6]
I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs
Mob life, I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs
Mob life, I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs
Mob life, I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs
Mob life
[Verse 7]
Bitch, who you talkin' to like ****'s the brokest?
I take my pocket change and buy you and that Focus
Walk in the club, glowing, ten stacks just bulging
No security, just little **** off pills, rollin'
I got a thirty round clip outside (Outside)
So I dare a **** try to take mine (Take mine)
I got shooters that don't give a motherfuck
So, ****, watch your tongue and watch who you try to bump
You made that in a year? I made that in a month
You cop that shit to sell? We stuff that in a blunt
She says we pump fakest, speakin' down on ****'s names
Bitch, I don't know what's smaller, your purse or your brain (Bitch)
My whip real fast and my money kinda insane
White Louis belt, white shoes, I'm walking cocaine
What you know about stuffin' bands in a cereal box?
Tell the youngins, let me know if they see cops on the block
[Verse 8]
I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs
Mob life, I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs
Mob life, I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs
Mob life, I sell dope, fuck hoes, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs mob life
Written by: Doughboyz Cashout
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