Drake

Drake - Mob Ties lyrics

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Ayy, sick of these niggas (sick)

Sick of these niggas (sick, sick)

Hire some help, get rid of these niggas

Sick of this shit, move to the Ritz

Turned out the bitch

It is what it is, yeah

GLE, 'cause that Lambo movin' fast

S Class, G Class, lotta class

In a rocket and that bitch ain't got no tags

Louis bags in exchange for body bags, yeah



Sick of these niggas (sick)

Sick of these niggas (sick, sick)

Hire some help, get rid of these niggas

f**k what it was, it is what it is

Whatever you did, it is what it is

And I'm so tired (tired)



I f**k with the mob and I got ties (got the ties, got the 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 shit

I'm your brother shit, all that other shit

It's too late for all that-

It's too late for all that, ayy

It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit

I'm your brother shit, all that other shit

It's too late for all that, ayy

It's too late for all that



Ayy, sick of these niggas

Sick of these niggas

Hire some help

Get rid of these niggas

I'm not with the ra-ra

I am a da-da

My bitch in Chanel now

Your bitch in the Prada (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)

29 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 them two for $40 million like Chappelle (two)

Standing over coffin with a hammer and a nail (two)

Heard you hit up so and so that name don't ring a bell



Sick of these niggas (sick)

Sick of these niggas (sick, sick)

Hire some help, get rid of these niggas

I'm sick of this shit (sick, sick)

I'm runnin' a blitz

Whatever you did, it is what it is

And I'm so tired (tired)



I f**k with the mob and I got ties (got the ties, got the 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 shit

I'm your brother shit, all that other shit

It's too late for all that-

It's too late for all that, ayy

It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit

I'm your brother shit, all that other shit

It's too late for all that, ayy

It's too late for all that
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