Lyrics Drake – Mob Ties

Mob Ties Lyrics – Drake

Singer: Drake
Title: Mob Ties

Ayy, sick of these n#gg#s (sick)
Sick of these n#gg#s (sick, sick)
Hire some help (help), get rid of these n#gg#s (skrr)
Sick of this sh#t, move to the Ritz

Turned out the b#tch (ayy)
It is what it is, yeah
GLE, ’cause that Lambo’ movin’ fast
S Class, G Class, lotta class

In a rocket and that b#tch ain’t got no tags
Louis bags in exchange for body bags, yeah
I’m sick of these n#gg#s (sick)
Sick of these n#gg#s (sick, sick)

Hire some help (help), get rid of these n#gg#s (grr)
F*ck what it was, it is what it is (what)
Whatever you did, it is what it is
And I’m so tired (tired)

I f*ck with the mob and I got ties (lotta ties, lotta ties)
Knock you off to pay their tithes (oh)
They want me gone but don’t know why
It’s too late for all that lovey-dovey sh#t

I’m your brother sh#t, all that other sh#t
It’s too late for all that
It’s too late for all that, ayy
It’s too late for all that lovey-dovey sh#t

I’m your brother sh#t, all that other sh#t
It’s too late for all that, ayy
It’s too late for all that
Ayy, sick of these n#gg#s

I’m sick of these n#gg#s
Hire some help, get rid of these n#gg#s
I’m not with the ra-ra
I am a Dada

My b#tch in Chanel now
Your b#tch in Escada (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)
Twenty-nine 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)
Sick of these n#gg#s (sick)
Hire some help, get rid of these n#gg#s

I’m sick of this sh#t (sick, sick)
I’m runnin’ a blitz
Whatever you did, it is what it is
And I’m so tired (tired)

I f*ck with the mob and I got ties (lotta ties, lotta ties)
Knock you off to pay their tithes
They want me gone but don’t know why
It’s too late for all that lovey-dovey sh#t

I’m your brother sh#t, all that other sh#t
It’s too late for all that
It’s too late for all that, ayy
It’s too late for all that lovey-dovey sh#t

I’m your brother sh#t, all that other sh#t
It’s too late for all that, ayy
It’s too late for all that
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