MOBB Father lyrics

(Verse 1) Cam the Mac

Send it to yo city and make 25 off it/
Hit it wit the Feny make Lil Baby Nod off it/
Gucci and that Fendi I let Brody buy it off me/
Keep it real wit KILLA you mite get a job offer/
She ain’t really pretty but I made a Knot off her/
And she call me daddy but I’m not the broads father/
I put it in her jaws like she suckin gobstoppers/
Loyal to the Mobb like the f*ckin god father/

Straight from west seattle I’m the f*ckin Don Dadda/
He did it all wrong let me put you on proper/
Filipino b*tch look like pippy long stockings/
If you listen close you can hear my soul talkin/
Aye when you hit that road it’s a give and go option/
Or you can plant yo feet boy and really get it Poppin/
If you can’t stand the truth then sit down b*tch you toxic/
Give that boy a noose since he hangin wit the oppas/
Guve the squad a booth and we gon tell you how we Mobb/
I’m the living proof that you can make it without fraud/
Give that hoe the boot if she don’t put it in yo palm/
You just window shopping if you looking for too long/

(Chorus1)
I’m lookin for the b*tch wit the real big titties so she can stuff the work if the feds come get me/
See I could be up 50 and won’t show yo ass a penny tryna make it out my city before these pus*y n*ggas kill me/
I’m looking for a b*tch wit a real big booty, a crazy lil freak always down to shoot a movie/
Her body on fleek and I love the way she blew me n*gga imma take yo b*tch if she acting real choosie/
(Verse 2 Lonnie)
I’m a hoe magnet, that b*tch want me I want some more drug addicts/
I got the Rollie on titanic, put the work on the semi but this Glock fully automatic/
Watch me shoot this b*tch for a minute long/
I just sold 400 zips n*gga off this minute phone/
We playin knock knock ditch I got them loads at yo front door/
We rock up bricks we hit the block just to finger roll/
We be out here hitting rims n*gga like it’s open gym/
Buying bodies buying cribs sh*t y’all rap I Really live/
I just mite go down a dollar of you coppin more then ten/
I mite buy b*tch that Prada if she let me f*ck her friend/

(Chorus2)
I’m lookin for the b*tch wit the real big titties so she can stuff the work if the feds come get me/
See I could be up 50 and won’t show yo ass a penny tryna make it out my city before these pus*y n*ggas kill me/
I’m looking for a b*tch wit a real big booty, a crazy lil freak always down to shoot a movie/
Her body on fleek and I love the way she blew me n*gga imma take yo b*tch if she acting real choosie/